Now, before you get any ideas, I watched Project Runway because my wife watched Project Runway…and don’t let her tell you any differently.  It was…interesting.  Sometimes it was hugely engaging.  Other times my attention drifted in and out.

Now Project Runway has moved from a channel that I barely watch (Bravo) to one I don’t think I’ve ever watched (Lifetime).  And Bravo, seeing the gaping hole in their line up, have done a Star Trek and rebooted the series with a show called The Fashion Show.  Watch as they substitute one fashion premise with another, slightly different one.  Gasp in amazement as Heidi  Klum morphs into Kelly Rowland.  Shriek in dismay as the easily quotable, highly refined, eminemently mockable yet likeable Tim Gunn is replaced by a wonder discovered in the darkest unexplored regions of New York that I have dubbed…Poodle Boy.  His name is really Isaac Mizrahi, and apparently he’s well respected in the fashion world.  But after watching the show a few times with my wife, I’ve decided that I Don’t Care and that He Annoys Me.

I’ve been trying to convince my wife that following such an obvious disaster in the making is a mistake that will lead only to heartbreak.  She’s not listening to me.

And she’s kicked me out of the room.

Tim….I miss you buddy.