I understand clothes that are kind of silly, but really cute, and I also get the concept of stuff that's kind of ugly and cracked-out but highly functional (in certain contexts; I still maintain you need to leave your Crocs at home if you're going to be stepping anywhere near a red-hued carpet). But garments that are hideous AND dumb drive me to distraction.
[Photo: Splash News]
Giving Vanessa Hudgens the benefit of the doubt here and assuming she's got shorts on underneath that shirt, turn your attention to the ugly sleeveless Y-backed sweatshirt. What IS that? While I can't answer that question with anything other than wordless squeaks of bewilderment, I can at least tell you what it is NOT: attractive. Nor useful, nor warming, nor covering anything (like her bra, or ... her skin) that she might want hidden from the peeping eyes of the paparazzi. Okay, I suppose if she anticipated sprouting wings sometime that afternoon and needed a sleeve opening that would accommodate such an unwieldy mutation, we might be in business here. Or if she suffers from a rare body-temperature disease in which her shoulders and a strip of her back become instantly freezing upon contact with outside air, this top might come in handy. Otherwise, it's just... a pointless ugly sleeveless Y-backed sweatshirt. And as the saying goes, a life without purpose is a life wasted. Please, Vanessa, put the poor thing out of its misery before either a) the poor depressed garment takes to smoking crack and weaving friendship bracelets out of hair just to alleviate its existential angst; or b) Lindsay Lohan decides to make her own and sell them for $200 at Kitson.
[Photo: Splash News]
Giving Vanessa Hudgens the benefit of the doubt here and assuming she's got shorts on underneath that shirt, turn your attention to the ugly sleeveless Y-backed sweatshirt. What IS that? While I can't answer that question with anything other than wordless squeaks of bewilderment, I can at least tell you what it is NOT: attractive. Nor useful, nor warming, nor covering anything (like her bra, or ... her skin) that she might want hidden from the peeping eyes of the paparazzi. Okay, I suppose if she anticipated sprouting wings sometime that afternoon and needed a sleeve opening that would accommodate such an unwieldy mutation, we might be in business here. Or if she suffers from a rare body-temperature disease in which her shoulders and a strip of her back become instantly freezing upon contact with outside air, this top might come in handy. Otherwise, it's just... a pointless ugly sleeveless Y-backed sweatshirt. And as the saying goes, a life without purpose is a life wasted. Please, Vanessa, put the poor thing out of its misery before either a) the poor depressed garment takes to smoking crack and weaving friendship bracelets out of hair just to alleviate its existential angst; or b) Lindsay Lohan decides to make her own and sell them for $200 at Kitson.
