So, Bangs from the new 90210 doesn't have bangs anymore (kind of like how Headbands stopped wearing headbands -- thank God we still have Drunkface), which means I either have to start using her name (BORING), learn her character's name (SIGH) or just keep calling her Bangs even though it's no longer apt. I think we all know which one I'm going to go with here.
Which ol' Bangs ought to appreciate, as she might not want her name attached to this photo.
The dress alone isn't so much the problem -- yes, she looks like she's at her seventh-grade back-to-school dance, now that These Kids Today constantly clothe themselves like they're at a Nickelodeon cocktail party. But whatever. Some people have very pleasant memories of being in seventh grade and thinking "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" was the most romantic song ever just by dint of being slow. Maybe she just wanted to throw her arms over some dude's shoulders and shift side-to-side down memory lane.
The issues here, which are CREATED by the dress, are twofold: lefty and righty. I know you can tell where I'm going with this, but let's peer more closely at what we're dealing with:
Which ol' Bangs ought to appreciate, as she might not want her name attached to this photo.
The dress alone isn't so much the problem -- yes, she looks like she's at her seventh-grade back-to-school dance, now that These Kids Today constantly clothe themselves like they're at a Nickelodeon cocktail party. But whatever. Some people have very pleasant memories of being in seventh grade and thinking "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" was the most romantic song ever just by dint of being slow. Maybe she just wanted to throw her arms over some dude's shoulders and shift side-to-side down memory lane.
The issues here, which are CREATED by the dress, are twofold: lefty and righty. I know you can tell where I'm going with this, but let's peer more closely at what we're dealing with:
It's bad enough that the dress is making molehills out of her mountains -- seriously, looking at that is making me want to fluff my boobs and whisper them sweet nothings about how I will never try to turn them into a pancake platter. But it's also got them completely askew, like they were squeezed onto her chest from above by a very large, accuracy-challenged eye-dropper.
Oh, BANGS. Bet you wish you still had them to hide behind, eh?
