I'm not sure what I dislike most about this dress:
It could be the way it looks Jennifer Morrison's poor, trapped arms had to poke themselves to freedom through the prison of an insane furry bodystocking. Or how badly it appears to fit around her hips, or perhaps how it makes her torso look so square that it's about to beg her for an earlier curfew.
But mostly, I think, my aversion stems from the fact that it reminds me too much of the skin of one of my personal heroes.
Yeah, it's not a total dead ringer, but it's evocative enough that I can't look at Jennifer without wanting to sic Miss Piggy on her muppet-skinning behind. In Pig vs. Starlet, I'd take Pig every time.
P.S. I'd consider staying blonde, Miss Piggy. Not that you aren't still a goddess worthy of every note of the love song Charles Grodin so enthusiastically lip-synched at you during a synchronized-swimming themed dream sequence (seriously, The Great Muppet Caper is so good), but it's just not the same. I like my Jif plentiful, my Top Model bitchy, and my Miss Piggy as drag-queeny as possible.
Ah, that's better.
