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Since many of you understandably value my opinion quite highly on various subjects, I thought it was timely of me to write a review.


So, here it is.


Making the Cut, S1E1.


I first opened up myflixer and typed this show into the search bar in hopes of finding a modernized, updated Project Runway with fresh challenges and design constraints.,


Unfortunately, as they say multiple times throughout the episode, this show did NOT make the cut.


Naively, I thought to myself, "it can't be that bad; Heidi and Tim are running it." Boy, was I wrong.

After discussing the show with some of my peers and colleagues, I realized the overwhelming amount of Amazon shoutouts was typical of the platform's sponsored shows. You would think that such a big brand could afford to limit it to 5 sponsored lines per hour to preserve the integrity and professionalism of the show, but you would have thought wrong.

To make it worse, the shoutouts weren't even tasteful or well incorporated. In fact, they remidned me of my least favorite part of the OG Project Runway, the sets of 30 second spiels they repeat every episode without fail. I think my the finale I would remember who the judges were, and how elimination works.


Yeah, yeah, I get that they have to say the rules so that new watchers understand what's happening, but I say that after the first couple episodes, if you're tuning in, I'm sure you can manage to piece the rules together on your own, for the rest of our sakes.


Plus, the new show is design based, not seamstress based, but one, we never see the seamstress, and two, the designers leave fabric cut into pieces for whatever pattern they chose, and they arrive the next morning with finished garments. (Give credit where credit's due!) True, sometimes they aren't happy with how the seamstress does, but it makes the failures at the hands of some mysterious, invisible force, and allows the designers to remove essentially all blame from themselves.


Even with the mysterious seamstresses playing such a big role and causing so much trouble for some, the judges' harsh reactions were limited. While in project runway, their insults words would sometimes leave the viewer shocked; I was confused when they seemed to restrain themselves. Where are Nina's cutting and cruel remarks?


The reveal, post light insulting, is also removed from all of its drama. The fate of the designer is prefaced by Heidi asking, "judges, have any of you changed your minds?" which, in this past episode, was met with a stoic chorus of 'no's. She then says, looking intensely into the camera, "You made the cut." Or, for the unlucky few, "I'm sorry, you did not make the cut," followed by a spiel of how much the judges believe in them. Helloooo, this is the first episode, is it not? Where's the fire?


Despite all this, my least favorite part was not the script, but instead the score. The pilot of this show is filled with some of the worst, most Amazon feel-good music I've ever heard. While runway walks are supposed to create desire, making you want the clothes and enjoy the experience, the loud and bouncy music playing in the background made it hard to focus on much else.


Here, I'll attach them so you can listen for yourself. I recommend really setting the scene, and picture the montage attached to the clips.

This first song played as Heidi and Tim came on screen. Thankfully, it was pretty quiet at first. But, a fine-tuned ear could have been warned of what was to come. They unfortunately begin playing it louder, and we have to listen to the lyrics.

Paris on my mind, surprisingly, plays after the designers learn they are going to Paris, and while they make the trip. An L for the Belgian guy who went all the way to NY just to go back to his neighboring country.


This song played during the runway show. And while one of the characters shared a heartfelt story. Yikes.



This played after the show, to a montage of all the designers crying.


I couldn't find the credits song online, but the lyrics are as follows


Everybody say, it's okay

Everybody say, it's okay

It's a beautiful life

It'll be alright


x2


Overall, I give it the chop.


-Violet



 
 
 

I haven’t blogged in a while, so I’m sure some of you are desperate for a life update (understandably).

Starting off strong, I have added a couple of things to my bucket list. Last year, and I’m not sure how it started, but I started to get really sad about the dying field of cobbling. Heartbreaking stuff.

It was post-college apps, and I began daydreaming about becoming a cobbler. That dream quickly ended, as according to google, the yearly salary is around 20k.


Well, recently, this idea has returned to my mind, but more as a hobby. You say dying craft, and I’m there.


Kind of in line with this, I have a new desire to learn how to taxidermy or at least find amateur taxidermy at a yard sale. Life goal? To incorporate one piece into my future home decor.


What else is up? After some ups and downs, I finally got my Fusion 360 license renewed. Not that I’m using it, but I am the proud owner. (Owner: it was free).


Also: reunited and it feels so good; I have reconnected with my beloved overnight oats. This morning, however, I had a slice of banana bread from BMH. I picked it up yesterday. I was distracted with my decisions for dinner, so I grabbed the end piece. Unmistakably dry, I decided to pair it with a banana for some added moisture. While this both seemed and tasted like a good idea, it felt unsettling, much like feeding a chicken chicken fingers.


It hasn’t all been positive on the northern front (Canada). My nail polish, for one, keeps peeling off. And, Project Runway has been causing me immense emotional turmoil. I watched season 13, and while I agree with most of the judges' choices, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently.


Still, I haven’t let it get to me. My favorite designer is on All-Stars after all.

I think it’s good to keep me in touch with my roots (NY). Clearly, it’s not working too well though, because I got asked if I was “from Boston” the other day.

As if.

[To be fair, I do have a Patriots t-shirt, and I did spend weeks wishing for a classic Boston accent, so I can’t be too mad about it].


I also have been thinking a lot about my ancestors (people from Massachusetts) and their traditional saying (birds of a feather stick together).

What feathers? What birds? What are the literal implications of this? Do feathers really stick together? And what are the figurative implications? What happened to opposites attract?

Other than that, I’ve been spending a good amount of time on Facebook marketplace these past few days.



If you’ve ever thought to yourself, “it’s no fair that only dogs get to sleep in a dog bed,” now’s your time to shine. For only 19.98, you could get your own dog bed, or, as Sprint Lg Store calls it, a “Healing Nest.” They even have a count down to the millisecond telling you what time the BOGO sale ends. And, a nice alert telling you “every time” someone “buys it,” to let you know you are in good company.

See ya,

- Violet

 
 
 

The past week I was on my deathbed (mildly ill) with the flu. Because this, fortunately, lined up with my return to the great country of Canada, my VPN-less self was subjected to a life of only Netflix and Myflixer. Naturally, this led me to spend an unhealthy amount of time on Instagram reels. (Ex-TikTok user).


I’m not really sure why, but my fyp has been filled with videos targeted to English language learners.


Every other video is a quiz on which sentence is correct, how the subtleties in small word changes or tenses change the meaning of the phrase, and ways to pronounce words like an American.


Every time one of those videos pop up, I play along, asking myself, “Violet, what is the right answer?”


Usually, not to toot my own horn, I get them right. I think the repetitive validation these offer me is getting to my head. I pat myself on the back every time I get the questions right, proud of a hard day's work.


I’ve navigated uncharted territories, the reels asking me, “what’s the difference between I will go to the doctor, and I am going to the doctor?”


A cheeky smile comes on my face as if I’ve just moved from some unknown foreign country and I’ve finally overcome the obstacle of language.


I’ve even taken it upon myself to influence my fyp even more, clicking on the accounts and scrolling through their feed. “Violet, what is the correct preposition in this sentence?”


Don’t ask me what a preposition is.




 
 
 
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