Bring It On: Fug Or Nothing

She has got that fire in her eyes. The fire that says, “Bitches, you WILL notice me. I am a FORCE to be — why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” Yes, Solange, you do. You appear to be wearing a Breathe-Rite strip that’s been color-coordinated with your shoes. And for that, I salute you. I also salute you for making a skirt out of the paper lining that comes with a basket of chicken strips down at Wingsy McGee’s Chicken Emporium. That takes gumption. And creativity. And that certain special nameless something that makes you a contender, kid. Actually, it’s not nameless. It’s called The Crazy. But I appreciate it anyway.