My theory is that Lauren Hutton was performing a giant social experiment: If she wore a see-through shirt jammed into high-waisted trousers, would anyone even notice if she spoke total gibberish?
You'll be happy to know that, in fact, everyone DID notice. She was accepting some sort of "award" from Bravo and started talking cryptically about how long she'd been awake, before launching into a very insightful, deeply sane monologue about bonus uses for the trophy that includes the phrase "guacamole smasher" -- which, coincidentally, is also going to be the name of the band I will form in the next five minutes. Jessica will contribute backup vocals and some solos on the spoons, while Intern George's career as a serial dater will make him well qualified to play the jugs. ZING! Oh yes I DID just go there.
Also, if you follow that link and watch the clip, RIGHT at the beginning for a split second, you can see none other than the magnificent Mr. John Basedow sitting in the background... and if you don't know who he is, well, you don't watch enough late-night television. Lauren Hutton probably recognized him, since she had been up for 46 hours, and I'm sure at least SOME of that was watching a Ninja Warrior marathon during which she saw ads for his fitness program. Maybe it was his ad that bewitched her sleepless brain into attempting the whole shirt test. At least Lauren proved that people WERE paying attention to her words and not just her underwear. Even Jerry Springer seems to be looking at her like he's desperately trying to decipher the puzzle -- although come to think of it, Jerry Springer thinking he's never heard anything as crazy as you might actually be a bit WORSE than if no one had noticed what you said at all.
You'll be happy to know that, in fact, everyone DID notice. She was accepting some sort of "award" from Bravo and started talking cryptically about how long she'd been awake, before launching into a very insightful, deeply sane monologue about bonus uses for the trophy that includes the phrase "guacamole smasher" -- which, coincidentally, is also going to be the name of the band I will form in the next five minutes. Jessica will contribute backup vocals and some solos on the spoons, while Intern George's career as a serial dater will make him well qualified to play the jugs. ZING! Oh yes I DID just go there.
Also, if you follow that link and watch the clip, RIGHT at the beginning for a split second, you can see none other than the magnificent Mr. John Basedow sitting in the background... and if you don't know who he is, well, you don't watch enough late-night television. Lauren Hutton probably recognized him, since she had been up for 46 hours, and I'm sure at least SOME of that was watching a Ninja Warrior marathon during which she saw ads for his fitness program. Maybe it was his ad that bewitched her sleepless brain into attempting the whole shirt test. At least Lauren proved that people WERE paying attention to her words and not just her underwear. Even Jerry Springer seems to be looking at her like he's desperately trying to decipher the puzzle -- although come to think of it, Jerry Springer thinking he's never heard anything as crazy as you might actually be a bit WORSE than if no one had noticed what you said at all.
