Burn After Fugging

So between Tilda Swinton’s husband, children, and younger, husband-approved lover, you’d think SOMEONE would have spoken up about her leaving the house in a sequined zip-up tailcoat and floods.

And yet, thank God nobody did. In a crazy mixed-up world where I suddenly WANT Grey’s Anatomy to get rid of Katherine Heigl and recently found myself watching an episode of A Shot At Love II With Tila Tequila, it’s comforting to know that some things never change; that, no matter what happens, Tilda Swinton WILL leave the house looking like she’s about to emcee a charity auction of Charles Barkley’s craziest suits. Her fug is an art form — a Ph.D. dissertation just waiting to be written. I long for the day when someone screams, “Is there a doctor of 21st-Century Swintonist Fashion in the house?” and ten people raise their hands.