Another day, another fugly dress
Some of you may have noticed that lately I’ve been putting a bit more fluff on this blog.
Yes, it’s true. It may have started with the post in which I segued seamlessly from Obama to jello, but it’s bigger than that now.
Although the meat and potatoes of politics and world events continue—and will continue to continue—to constitute the bulk of my writing here, there’s something about the interminability of this election cycle that has driven me to glance now and then at such heretofore unexplored blogs as Go Fug Yourself, dedicated to the bizarre fashion choices of marginal celebrities.
My maiden foray into writing a post that poaches on Fugly’s territory was strangely soothing. And so I present another fashion Don’t, not as flamboyantly dreadful (fugly) as some but almost shockingly dowdy.
Here she is, Denise Richards, a starlet I’ve never heard of before (this seems to be required for the genre) but who is said to be Charlie Sheen’s ex-wife. She’s sporting a yellow number that enhances not a single quality she possesses. What’s more, it’s hard to imagine a human being on whom this style actually would look good—except perhaps a winsome 3-year old girl with auburn hair:
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Okay, I feel better now.
Denise is actually very attrctive, though you wouldnt know that from this photo. And what’s with that handbag? Is she going bowling?
Yes, she is going bowling and she’s got Sheens balls in the bag.
That may be what’s in the bag, but what’s she hiding under the dress?
ah, *neo, she didn’t wear it to be photographed. It’s just a comfortable garment one wears when relaxed and doesn’t expect attention. Like her flip-flops.
Don’t you have something unseemly which nevertheless doesn’t send subtle signals to you (“it’s tight here; it sticks out there’)? It feels so pleasant sometime to wear old housedress around the house. If, of course, one’s favorite Tayloresque slip is in the laundry…
Well, gee. Maybe she figures she’s good enough and doesn’t need to be “enhanced.”
Yeah, male thinking.
Ahh, that ain’t bad. She reminds me of a girl I saw at an outdoor music festival years ago. She wore a similar dress, only purple, along with big clompy hiking boots.
I thought she looked adorable. 🙂
I must admit I’ve been secretly addicted to the Fug Girls for years. Another guilty pleasure, along with American Digest.