I flew JetBlue to and from Florida. JetBlue has in-flight TV at each seat, and although I had David Copperfield to keep me company (the book, not the magician) I could not resist the siren song of Mindless Entertainment. So I availed myself of cable channels that we do not have at home. This is how I got hooked on “Project Runway.” Bravo was showing back-to-back episodes during both flights.

I’m not all that interested in fashion, but I was on the edge of Seats 2C and 5D waiting to see what the designers would come up with at the end of each episode, and whether my judgment would jibe with that of the judges. As someone who would have failed junior-high Home Ec had my mother not sewn my very hip Diane Keaton-inspired checked vest for me, I am fascinated that someone could choose fabrics, cut, and sew a garment in 24 hours, let alone design one.

And Tim Gunn is totally my new gay celebrity boyfriend. (Sorry, Anderson.) I loved how he gave honest and constructive feedback, yet still managed to be kind. And I adored his matter-of-fact yet encouraging “Make it work!” as he left the designers. I think I learned more about management from six hours of “Project Runway” than from two days of the conference I attended.