Is every single piece I write about the Emmys going to begin, "When I first saw this dress on the red carpet, I [hated it/loved it/spilled my drink with glee/choked on my hot pocket], but now I get a better look at it, I [want to marry it/feel like vomiting/want to die/can't decide]?
The answer to that rhetorical question is: yes. When I first saw this dress, I was like, OH HONEY NO. But it's sort of grown on me in the last three days, like mold on a fine blue cheese. I think it helps that SHE is so pretty. (By the way, I assume you read that article in Fitness where she says she has actual scars from the zippers on her size zero costumes on Lipstick Jungle cutting into her body? Can I just say, WTF? I know those are sample sizes sent over from the designer or whatever, but she's a PERSON. Her costumes should not be MAKING HER BLEED. SEND. THE GIRL. THE RIGHT SIZE. DRESS. Jeez.) Nevertheless, I kind of think it's more successful now than I first did, but perhaps that's just because I've mellowed over the last three days, thanks to the immense amount of shirtlessness I've witnessed on The CW since Monday. God bless.
The answer to that rhetorical question is: yes. When I first saw this dress, I was like, OH HONEY NO. But it's sort of grown on me in the last three days, like mold on a fine blue cheese. I think it helps that SHE is so pretty. (By the way, I assume you read that article in Fitness where she says she has actual scars from the zippers on her size zero costumes on Lipstick Jungle cutting into her body? Can I just say, WTF? I know those are sample sizes sent over from the designer or whatever, but she's a PERSON. Her costumes should not be MAKING HER BLEED. SEND. THE GIRL. THE RIGHT SIZE. DRESS. Jeez.) Nevertheless, I kind of think it's more successful now than I first did, but perhaps that's just because I've mellowed over the last three days, thanks to the immense amount of shirtlessness I've witnessed on The CW since Monday. God bless.
