I'm not sure why this outfit stuck in my craw so much -- or what a craw even is, or why it's so hard to get things out of it, or what else might be in there that I've been missing for a while (seriously, is that where my keys are? Or that jar of Jif I'm pretty sure I bought last week but which is nowhere to be found? Because if my craw is holding out on me then SO HELP ME GOD it will pay).
Anyway: Bring on the angry Twilight mob with their torches, because for whatever reason, this bugs me.
I THINK it's because if I were to photoshop Dana Delany's face onto this picture and tell you she stopped by on her way to a Desperate Housewives promotional luncheon and polo match, you probably would believe me. Okay, in part that's because you trust us, and we thank you for that, but it's also because there is something sort of primly mature about the dress and the giant hair. Not in an altogether BAD way, but just as if Ashley ganked an entire ensemble intended for someone else. Someone who likes to pack a little cleavage when she goes to Sunday Mass. A church cougar, if you will.
Or am I insane? I mean, she DOES also have a touch of the drunkface, which I suppose makes it all a bit more MTV.
Anyway: Bring on the angry Twilight mob with their torches, because for whatever reason, this bugs me.
I THINK it's because if I were to photoshop Dana Delany's face onto this picture and tell you she stopped by on her way to a Desperate Housewives promotional luncheon and polo match, you probably would believe me. Okay, in part that's because you trust us, and we thank you for that, but it's also because there is something sort of primly mature about the dress and the giant hair. Not in an altogether BAD way, but just as if Ashley ganked an entire ensemble intended for someone else. Someone who likes to pack a little cleavage when she goes to Sunday Mass. A church cougar, if you will.
Or am I insane? I mean, she DOES also have a touch of the drunkface, which I suppose makes it all a bit more MTV.
