I have such a Love/Hate with Debra Messing. One day, she'll show up somewhere looking like she's wearing a dress specifically designed to effectively drown yourself. The next day, she'll pop up somewhere looking fantastic. And then there's this:
Debs, Debs, Debs. After all I've done for you this summer, this is how you repay me? I've spent several weeks watching your shenanigans on The Starter Wife -- including a plot line in which you try to decide if you ought to hook up with a HOMELESS DUDE (who is admittedly hot, although possibly also a robot, judging from his line readings) -- and I comment at least once every episode that you have great hair. But this is just nuts, my dear. You look like you got the bottom of your dress caught in a wood chipper and just barely escaped with your life (and legs) intact.
