Lord knows I love Jennifer Hudson. There is not a lot her voice can't do -- I mean, I am a national anthem purist, so I hate it when people put in all these extra vanity bells and whistles, and she kinda did that toward the end at the Super Bowl... yet I STILL got misty and thought it was powerful and pretty. So clearly, something about her and her talent really gets to me. I also think she's gorgeous and am so relieved she's actually proud of her curves -- unlike most of the people in Hollywood who say, "I am proud of my curves," and either (a) are stick-straight size 2s, (b) immediately lose 20 lbs in two weeks, or (c) both.
So let's get the unpleasant part out of the way:

This thing brings a new and aggressive meaning to the concept of a Kleenex pocket pack. And how did she resist the temptation to lean down and blot her lip gloss every twenty minutes? It's RIGHT THERE. I also can't figure out why there appears to be a cummerbund made of tissue paper strapping the offending white linen to her torso. Maybe the Kleenex company and the good people at Hallmark decided to join forces to create the world's first strapless dickey.
Happily for J.Hud, it gets better: