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Whitters, I'm proud of you - sorta.

This week on The City, Whitney shows a little strength and attempts to thwart the evil forces that try and bring her down - Jay and Olivia. She's almost successful, but in the end loses the battle against Jay. What went down? Let's take a look.

We open with Whit and Liv hard at work at DVF headquarters, and guess what? Fashion Week has arrived. The two are paired up to deliver a big presentation on the importance of handbags to the international PR team. Whit is nervous, Liv is cool as a cucumber. Who will prevail? Well, when the two get together to discuss the presentation, Liv is so distracted by her digital camera ("OMG, doesn't this bag photograph so well?") that she can't be bothered to prepare any talking points. Bad decision. By the time the meeting rolls around, Whit delivers a flawless speech and we totally buy into her anti-burden handbag schtick. Now it's Liv's turn: the girl can barely stammer out the words "python bag." And in front of Ms. Diane herself. The horror. Point for Whit!

While Whit may be excelling at work, her love life is in shambles. Over dinner, Jay drops a bomb: he's about to go on tour for two months, which he's known since before Miami and chosen not to share with Whitney. Whit takes the news surprisingly well and calmly voices her anger at the situation. Jay immediately turns into a hysterical teenager and his voice raises two octaves. Why so defensive Jay? Because he's a liar and a cheater. In a rare move, Whitney gets up from the table, calmly informs Jay he needs to find someplace else to stay for the night, and walks out. YES! FINALLY.

Sadly, my excitement is short lived. Whit invites Jay over for one last discussion before he leaves town. And it's so disappointing - Whit wants to try and make things work. Hasn't she had enough? This guy is a LOSER. And he looks like he smells bad. Amidst a lot of crying (Jay) and whining (Whit), Jay decides it's over and walks out without so much as a hug goodbye. I say good riddance, but I feel for Whit. She was obviously hung up on him.

Next week, Whit calls Lauren for advice. What will LC have to say? We'll have to wait and...

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“One good thing about living with her - I don’t really need to take her out so much.”

At this point, watching The City is a form of self-punishment. Every week I'm filled with shame and embarrassment over the way Whit and friends live their lives. It's official: that girl is a doormat. Why in the world does she continue letting people walk all over her? Last week I thought it couldn't get any worse, but oh wait - it just did. Don't believe me? Let's recap.

Whit and Liv are given the assignment to style the cover look for Elle's shoot with Jessica Alba. Pretty sweet deal. Liv is placed in charge (so glad she was back this week) and the two immediately start bickering over color. I swear, they were engaged in a contest to see who could say "color" the most often. Not once was "style" or "Jessica Alba" mentioned. Liv pulls a somewhat drab olive green number while Whit picks a floral "coquette" jacket and skirt. Surprise, surprise, Whit's jacket lands the cover - and Liv promptly takes full credit. Ok, so what Liv did was underhanded and wrong, but come on Whit! Step up! If she's gonna play dirty, give her some competition.

Meanwhile, in the land of skeezy Jay, he's still crashing at Whit's and coming home at 5:30 in the morning. When Whit questions him on what he's up to in the wee hours of the morning, he responds with, "binge drinking." Wow. He's a keeper. What he should have said was, "trying to hook up with my ex-girlfriend who I lamely refer to as 'dumpling.'" Yeah, true story. Why in the world is Whit sticking with this guy? She's 23 years-old, and even she admits there's no spark. Lady, it's just gonna get worse. You are far too young to be settling.

Allie and Adam are also experiencing some relationship problems (shocking!). The Skinny One is this close to moving out, but for some reason I don't believe her. I say, accompany your "babe" to the club and witness him saying, "I’m definitely not in the mood to be chasing around some a** every night." Given the context, I'm not sure what that means, but it doesn't sound good. Dump this loser now. You and Whit can get drunk and dance on tables together.

Next week, it looks like Whit and Jay split up, but I feel like MTV is just playing with me. Whit would never be that...

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Another week, another show.

The weekend brought a multitude of designers to the tents, most of which were fabulous (Victoria Beckham, DKNY). There were, of course, a few exceptions. DVF felt somber and dismal (a reflection on These Economic Times?) and Herve Leger was a bit predictable. Read on for the full scoop.

Alexander Wang: As the winner of the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund Award this year, expectations were high for Mr. Wang. Luckily for him his collection was anything but disappointing. Granted, his biker shorts and ripped tee's are the epitome of twenty-something apparel, but there is something refreshingly sexy about his designs. Bold shoulders, short skirts, and a little bit of latex (shocking, but I loved it) all combined to produce an overall design fitting for 2009.

Diane von Furstenberg: As a die-hard DVF fan I will stand up in defense of Her Majesty in pretty much all scenarios. Her Fall 2009 collection is not one of those scenarios. Sadly, the looks were depressing and blah - with ridiculous pom-pom headpieces rounding out the looks. This was not Chanel during Couture Week. And did she collaborate with Lindsay Lohan? Why else would she send so many pairs of leggings down the...

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