I just said, in my head, “Ew, this dress gives me the wigsies.” Now, that means nothing. At all. The SENTIMENT was that it wigs me out in kind of a squiggly, ooky way. But, churned around in my head, it came out sounding like a really asinine episode of Yo Gabba Gabba.
But for real, that transparent section looks alien. In fact, it reminds me of that scene in Alien – okay, Spaceballs‘ parody of that scene in Alien – where a critter pushes and pushes and pushes and finally pops out of John Hurt. Something is bubbling in there. Her torso is pregnant with two slow-cooking extra-terrestrial spuds. That, or her poorly made rubber torso — handy in Bon Temps to prevent supernatural creatures from snacking on her ribs — melted in the limo on the way over when the A/C broke. Regardless: tragedy.






















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Oscars Fugs and Fabs: The Rest (Enticing Headline, I Know)
This is the part of the week where we feel tapped out, like we’ve made every comment that could ever exist about any dress, ever, in the history of dresses. And yet there are always pictures left in our lightboxes, the ones we would glance at and then think, “Eh, I’ll do that later,” or, “I need to think about it,” and then suddenly it’s Friday morning and we just don’t have any gas left in the tank. But in the interests of being as complete as we can, we want to give you RDJ, and Salma, and Paquin, and Michelle Rodriguez, and Emily “Revenge” VanCamp… we just want you to have nice things, Fug Nation. And sometimes a leisurely Friday oglefest is exactly what the Fug Doctor ordered.
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