Sure, sure, Parker Posey is very cool, what with all the independent movies and the moxie and all that. Which is exactly why it's so alarming to see her wearing a housedress that I am pretty sure my grandma used to putter around the house in, circa 1980:
While flats, leggings (the support hose of the younger generation) and a housedress are perfect for spying on your neighbors through the shutters in your dining room; feeding the neighborhood strays; calling your granddaughter to dramatically announce that you're pretty sure you're not going to live through the week, and then sitting down with a pastrami sandwich to watch Young and the Restless; arguing with your sister for twenty invigorating minutes, as you did every week since you were both born; or reading the National Enquirer while sitting in front of your window air-conditioner and eating ice cream, it is NOT so perfect for the red carpet.
Or the plywood box, I guess, in this case. Way to splash out for your summer party, FOX. I hope, at least, that it was open bar.
