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Here's my take. I think Laurence will make valuable contacts and maybe be offered contracts. Robieri and Ric will make great contacts. I don't intend this as snark, really, but maybe Erin has a future designing for the 5-12 yo crowd.

What's the difference between eggs in snow and floating island?

I hate meringue.

I think it's sad, and very American, that the writers can only write a talented artist and unique personality as a gormless loser. They have so many ways they could go with Stuart, and all they can play is loser. I hate it.

I love men. Loved my father, my uncles, my sons and grandsons and maybe one or two others. That said, I can't stand men like Brett and Chris. They think the know women. Like women are almost boys. Whatever they assume is law, and no need to listen to anything else. Lunkheaded jerks. Chris especially reminds of a guy I was "in charge" of when I had a minor supervisory position. He would argue with me, talk over me and take off for hours. Hated him

I agree, the waste of that goat was shameful. It wasn't trash

So Brett is a closeted loudmouthed drunk bully boy cop. It's coming cleared and clearer. Can't wait to see him gone

Like I said above without knowing how to properly quote, he's trash

So, Brett is a drunk, closeted bully boy cop. Let him have a humiliating exit

A bread line forming in Russia and Sha Ri, princess of power. I love you guys. The collections? meh

Michaela disliked figgy because she was so much better in every way than figgy

Amoral lunkheaded douch

So, a powerful, editorial working woman wears a bra on her dress? I'm too old for this

THANK YOU Sheetmoss. I've been worried sick about the garden. The new administration could be vindictive. Now it's out of their hands. thank you so much

I agree about Rik's outfit, it was perfect for his mom, and I loved all 3 of the top looks. On the other hand, all 3of the bottom looks should have gone home. It's funny, I'm a member of AARP. You guys complain about clothes for real women? I'm a real woman. Sounds ageist to me.