Well, on the bright side, she's not wearing solely a man's sheer white Hanes t-shirt:
On the, er, dark side, what IS Pamela Anderson wearing here? It appears to be a tattered and well-used duvet cover she has thriftily transformed into something that is nearly a dress, but is also -- surely by design -- about two seconds away from falling off her. Which: snore. Call me when you're wearing something that ISN'T about two seconds away from flashing the Famed Anderson Goodies, Pam. Like a turtleneck, or a burka.
Let's take a look at the back:
On the, er, dark side, what IS Pamela Anderson wearing here? It appears to be a tattered and well-used duvet cover she has thriftily transformed into something that is nearly a dress, but is also -- surely by design -- about two seconds away from falling off her. Which: snore. Call me when you're wearing something that ISN'T about two seconds away from flashing the Famed Anderson Goodies, Pam. Like a turtleneck, or a burka.
Let's take a look at the back:
That poor little girl she's using as child labor is clearly scarred by this experience. And who wouldn't be, having to traipse behind Pammy, holding up her train and therefore spending the entire evening staring at the back of this thing. It looks like bedsheets after you take them out of the washer, but before they've gone in the dryer, all clumped up and knotty and perhaps a bit damp. I don't know about you, but I've never stared at my wet linens and thought, "YES! PERFECT! That's exactly what I ought to be WEARING! Now, where can I procure a little girl to trot around with me and tend to my train? TO CRAIGSLIST!" But that is surely just one more entry on a very long list of how Pamela Anderson and I are different. I also very rarely appear in syndication, running slowly towards David Hasselhoff, wearing a bathing suit.
