The problem with Heidi Klum is that she could probably show up somewhere wearing a bag of sugar and a hat made of three live cats and sort of pull it off, because she's so dang good-looking. Let me be clear: this is probably not a problem for HER. But IT MAKES OUR LIVES HARDER. How are we supposed to know WHAT TO THINK ABOUT HER? Like, take this, for example:
That is one big flower. The whole thing, in fact, is kind of Carrie Bradshaw on steroids. Although I appreciate the fact that she hasn't accessorized with a six-pound, solid-gold "HEIDI" necklace, or broken up with Seal twelve times on the way into this party, only to finally allow him to marry her at the end of the event even though he's been a total manchild who will never grow up, thus sending a message to the women of America that -- okay, deep breaths. I'm still not over how crappy that Sex and the City movie, I guess. Call me, Kristin Davis: we can commiserate! What was I talking about? Ah, yes: this frock.
That is one big flower. The whole thing, in fact, is kind of Carrie Bradshaw on steroids. Although I appreciate the fact that she hasn't accessorized with a six-pound, solid-gold "HEIDI" necklace, or broken up with Seal twelve times on the way into this party, only to finally allow him to marry her at the end of the event even though he's been a total manchild who will never grow up, thus sending a message to the women of America that -- okay, deep breaths. I'm still not over how crappy that Sex and the City movie, I guess. Call me, Kristin Davis: we can commiserate! What was I talking about? Ah, yes: this frock.
