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Seahawks coach Mike Holmgren by a whisker! Andy Reid and Holmgren have long seemed like they're in some death match as to who is the coaching spawn of Quaker Oats-shilling actor Wilford Brimley. Today, we hand it to the winning coach. Are we bitter? Yes, we are. Is this becoming a regular Monday sentiment? Yes, it most assuredly is. Reid also resembles a characters in the recurring SNL "Da Bears" skit, sort of a redheaded Dikta, though less jovial and verbose.

Next Monday: We consider how the Giants' Tom Coughlin would look in his dobbelganger Tom Landry's fedora.

Here is glorious Diana, Miss Ross to all of us, the diva of all divas, as she recieved her Kennedy Center Honor Sunday. The dress is an endless cloud of white, too much for almost anyone but certainly not the ever-stylin' Miss R. Jezebel.com, showing Miss Ross and La Belle Aretha in an egg-yolk yellow gown, poses the great Socratic question of the ages: "True or False: A Legend Can Wear Whatever She Damn Wants."

Frankly, we think a woman can wear whatever she darn well wants provided she does it with style and wit and commits to the grand statement. (The rainbow ribbon is another matter. Couldn't the KenCen affix the award it to a more stately black or red?) Sometimes, too much is just right. What say you of Dear Diana's swarm of satin?

Time to ask the most perplexing issue of our time: Jocelyn Kirsch, the Center City grifter, paid $2,200 for hair extensions? That's without the tip. Had Kirsch who, afterall was using OPM (Other People's Money), left a decent tip for the stylist, we would be talking about $2,500.

Does this strike anyone as patently absurd? A bit of wind, some light snow, and the do will fall like a souffle. Plus Kirsch was known to change her look, hair color and contacts as frequently as the weather. Couldn't she just buy an Eva Gabor wig? Wags are dubbing Kirsch and beau Edward Anderton the "Bonnie and Clyde" of scam artists but Faye Dunaway never need the extensions (her subsequent cosmetic surgery is another matter) and the real Bonnie was no looker.

Is it just us or is there something completely INSANE about a father sending his daughter silicone breast implants as a gift? Apparently, Jocelyn Kirsch -- the buxom Bonnie of the alleged Center City scam artists "Bonnie and Clyde" -- told Drexel classmates that her father, North Carolina plastic surgeon Dr. Lee Kirsch, sent her silicone implates for a Christmas present in 2003? Is this because nothing quite says Christmas like a D cup? How many Freudian analysts does it take to unravel this message? This certainly puts the Jingle -- or is Jiggle? -- in Jingle Bells.

So last night, I watched three back-to-back episodes of Bravo's Project Runway to catch up with this season's fashion drama.

I'm not sure if it's me, but I don't think there is any... really.

The challenges have been excellent starting with the charge to design an outfit for that finicky former football player, Tiki Barber to Wednesday night's extra hard, but really cool coomand that called for the contestants to make outfits for women who had lost significant amounts of weight. And - Ha Ha - the trick was for the designers to use their favorite outfits as the center of their design.

Unfortunately, while the challenges have been good, what we've seen walk down the runway has been a bit of a snoozer. It seems not working with average models has definitely taken them out of their comfort zone. This surprises me because the designers this year were soooo accomplished. Maybe that's the problem, they are too good for their own good. They need to shake it up. Work from the heart!

Not to mention, they are soooo professional that nobody is catty. I like them all as people. I was heartbroken when Jack had to leave. And the rest of the designers from Chris March to the little persnickety Christian to Sweet P - who I knew would be just eeevil...

I guess catty folks are better designers.

What do you think of this season's Runway?

... is a little bit scary

Maybe it's because she spent so much time in lock up a bit worried. After all, she and her crew allegedly had the gall to roll up on someone - bad coincidence that it was an unmarked police car - and actually jump bad with the driver about how they were moving too slow. How rude. Personally, if it's true, and she really called a female police officer a "dyke bitch" then she should punished. That's just bad behavior.

Anyway, when I saw this pic, I thought about how regular she looked. An editor said she looked vampirish with a greenish complexion. How scary. How not all bubbly happy and Christmassy. How evil. Maybe her makeup covers issues deeper than blemishes. But I digress.

Then I thought about all the people who are beautiful but are a tad bit scary first thing in the morning - or worst post-mugshot pic.

On my list: Britney Spears. Lindsay Lohan. Vivica A. Fox. Oprah.

Who are some of the celebrities that surprised you when caught a glimpse of them au naturel?

Keira Knightley is beyond beautiful. She's the new Julie Christie. And the dress she wears in Atonement, designed by Jacqueline Durran, is the truest bottle green, used perfectly to illustrate the heat of the day and the moment as experienced by her character Cecilia and her lover, played by the equally beguiling James McAvoy. (The color of his eyes is unearthly.) The dress has become a star in its own right, appearing on the Today show and subject of much discussion. Not everyone loves Joe Wright's movie, possibly because there are so many of us in love with Ian McEwan's novel, but the clothes are pitch-perfect. Let's see whether the slip-like appeal and dangerous color influence other designers.

These may have crossed the line

Not sure how we feel about these T-shirts inspired by CBS 3 Reporter Alycia Lane's alleged bad behavior. But thought you might want to see how fast the fashion industry can work when it wants to.

These pursed red lips are available at Cafe Press. And its not just available in a T's and tanks, but there are sweatsuits and teddybears available too. Talk about saturating the market.

Another less artistic, but just as piercing T is available courtesy of Center City-based apparel company Nb2.

The T's are sort of in the vein of the Angelna Jolie vs. Jennifer Aniston shirts. Remember the T's that poked fun at Lindsay Lohan for her drunk driving offenses? That seems extra mean spirited, if you ask me. Where are the T-s that point out celebrity men's faux pas? Should we use fashion to poke fun at people, or should we just let folks hang themselves? Do you think this is going too far? Would you wear these shirts?