Actually, I'll be honest with you: I just don't particularly care for this.
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All objections to the hair aside -- and there are still a lot of them to file away somewhere -- the dress is doing very little for me. It feels lazily constructed and totally unremarkable for anything other than its smallness. Seriously, stick a feather duster in Taylor's hand and, voila! She's Santa's chambermaid.
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Maybe if this were a Come As Your Favorite Clue Character shindig, I could get behind it -- but not before warning her that Yvette MAY OR MAY NOT have been one of Miss Scarlett's call girls who MAY OR MAY NOT have been photographed in a compromising position with Colonel Mustard, and that (spoiler!) she ended up throttled on top of a pool table without control over whether anyone could see up her tiny, tiny skirt.
And it IS short. Even the dude in the background is all, "Look away. She's fifteen. Look AWAY. She's FIFTEEN. AWAY. FIFTEEEEN." Not that fifteen-year old girls can't sometimes wear miniskirts, but I think both that man and I are more afraid of an ill wind than she is.
She did have at least one admirer, though:
[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]
All objections to the hair aside -- and there are still a lot of them to file away somewhere -- the dress is doing very little for me. It feels lazily constructed and totally unremarkable for anything other than its smallness. Seriously, stick a feather duster in Taylor's hand and, voila! She's Santa's chambermaid.
[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]
Maybe if this were a Come As Your Favorite Clue Character shindig, I could get behind it -- but not before warning her that Yvette MAY OR MAY NOT have been one of Miss Scarlett's call girls who MAY OR MAY NOT have been photographed in a compromising position with Colonel Mustard, and that (spoiler!) she ended up throttled on top of a pool table without control over whether anyone could see up her tiny, tiny skirt.
And it IS short. Even the dude in the background is all, "Look away. She's fifteen. Look AWAY. She's FIFTEEN. AWAY. FIFTEEEEN." Not that fifteen-year old girls can't sometimes wear miniskirts, but I think both that man and I are more afraid of an ill wind than she is.
She did have at least one admirer, though:
As long as Señor Sprinkles approves, maybe I should just freaking relax and let Taylor finish Windexing Santas's closet mirrors in peace.
But, hey, we haven't put Taylor to a vote in a long time -- if ever -- and I am feeling merciful today.
