All parties involved seemed embarrassed to be part of the whole affair (and who could blame them?) from the beginning, when Tim Gunn awkwardly climbed into the ring to introduce the "divas," to the end, when the judges seemed befuddled and at a complete loss for words as to how to rate the "garments." Because, honestly -- how do respected players in the fashion world judge a couple yards of spandex turned into ass-baring hot pants?

In light of the scandal that was passed off as an episode, I'm making a direct plea to the show: Project Runway, I swear. If you don't get your shizz together, I'm never gonna make it to your Fashion Week finale. And, sadly, I'm beginning not to care. Still, you betta make it work, beyotch. Don't make me say it again!!

At least next week's challenge seems worthy of the remaining talent, based on the previews.

Notable: It wasn't a surprise that Chris March, designer of over-the-top stage costumes, won the wrestling-wear challenge. But the utter shocker was that when the perpetually weepy Ricky was Auf'd, HE DIDN'T CRY!

After weeks of watching his waterworks being tripped off at the slightest emotional provocation, he gets kicked off and leaves, shedding nary a teardrop. It was actually a dignified exit, too, I must say. Way to bounce, Ricky.