Happy Friday, everyone! I have a gift for you -- something I know you've all wanted. Ready? Here it is:
That's right, MORE see-through stuff! Here, we have a nice little lace chunk on Nelly Furtado's chest -- it's like a soul patch on the theoretical chin of her boobs. But as you can slightly tell from this photo, it doesn't stop there -- no, the fun rages on:
That's right, MORE see-through stuff! Here, we have a nice little lace chunk on Nelly Furtado's chest -- it's like a soul patch on the theoretical chin of her boobs. But as you can slightly tell from this photo, it doesn't stop there -- no, the fun rages on:
Why hello, ass cleavage! How kind of you to come out and play! That guy over there on the red carpet looks hypnotized, like, "I must look away... I CAN'T LOOK AWAY." Now, it's possible there is a panel under there, and it's not Nelly's actual skin -- in which case, I'm still flummoxed, because it still begs for people to stare at you all night in an effort to ascertain what they're seeing, and there are very few places on my body which I want people scrutinizing LESS than my hip-ass-upper thigh profile. And if it's NOT a panel and therefore IS in fact skin, my question is, how does one walk around in this thing without tugging at it every ten seconds? I'd be paranoid all the time about things shifting this way or that, exposing that extra inappropriate inch. Then again, I guess if you're the type of person who wants a sheer stripe all the way down your side, you probably don't care about that extra inappropriate inch. You probably actually think it's a totally appropriate inch. You may even have considered flashing that inch deliberately just for fun.
So really, I should stop trying to put myself in these people's shoes to imagine what I would do, because the fact is, I don't fit in their shoes -- they're not my size and they don't go with anything in my closet. And we can all thank the heavens for that.
