My biggest curiosity about Pink is the prominence of her pelvic bone. I find it bizarrely fascinating. Half the time she looks like Eddy Izzard's brother, and the other half, she looks like Eddy Izzard's brother who got pre-op breast implants:
She is not at her peak bonyness in that shot, but the groin still compares to this one:
Pink's pelvis is just so... male. Somebody please take away her Ab Roller. Make her eat a loaf of bread.
[By the way, yes, the above male model is indeed walking the runway at a fashion show clad in nothing but fugly white sneakers, a jacket, and a blue banana hammock. Fashion for men is just so innovative these days: Either it's hobo chic or beach freak, apparently.]
Actually, though, it's possible Pink is figuring out on her own (read: with the help of twenty stylists hired by the record company to fem her up) that she needs to conceal her bone structure because of its distracting hints of masculinity:
This photo is fairly tame, as Pink's outfits go, but it's still something of a nightmare even if it is covering up her man-pelvis. She looks like the dining-room chairs and couches that come in those sterile, fully-furnished corporate apartments: all pastel splotches all the time. And... are those granny panties I see outlined underneath this sheer micro-muumuu?
The pelvic bones are, obviously, genetic. So I don't think it's fair to make fun of them. But I agree that she REALLY needs to keep them COVERED. She's not really the kind of woman for which men drool to see her midriff. So she really can do without playing it slutty and still be cute.