This shirt/dress -- Shress? Drirt? -- reminds me of the last few times I've been shopping, wandering through the racks trying in vain to figure out whether half of what's hanging there is meant to be a dress or a shirt. This happens a lot lately, and it's frustrating, because 90 percent of the time the answer is, "That's a shirt," and I have to put it down and walk away because it's too long to look flattering with jeans yet too short to be worn as a frock, for fear of wearing it in public and completely losing my mystery.
Sky Nellor has no such qualms, though, apparently figuring that a pair of fishnets ably doubles as a genital cover. Perhaps she needs some girlfriends to shop with her and provide a much-needed reality-check, in the vein of, "Tights are not pants," or, "Who do you think you are? Bebe Neuwirth?" And especially that old classic piece of advice, "If somebody sneezes too strongly, the world will see what your groin looks like when it's squished like sausage meat into its stretchy prison, and that's never pretty, so for the love of God, FIND A BETTER CONTAINER FOR YOUR LADYBITS before you forget yourself and break into a kick-line that splays open the cotton crotch." That one's as old as the hills -- Chicken Soup for the Fugging Soul.
