Erika Christensen has clearly had a break with reality:
In her mind, it's 1920. She's heading to a big 19th Amendment bash and she's casting her vote for Fugly P. Fugly of the Fugly party. You can tell she's a Fuglyist by the headband.
Also, the lace vest.
And the shoes.
And the way the hem of her skirt makes her look like she's squatting, when she's really standing up straight.
And the choker.
And the headband. Did I mention the headband? Because there is a headband.
I certainly hope the appeal of Prohibition comes quickly in Erika's reality, because it seems that she's been hitting the moonshine. And you know that stuff will make you go blind.
