Emmy Awards Fug Carpet: Christina DeRosa

When I saw this woman in this outfit arrive at the Emmys last night, I thought to myself, “What the hell is Alyssa Milano DOING?” And when I spoke to Heather later that evening, I said to her, “Did you see Alyssa Milano? She was wearing some kind of TRAGIC RUFF.” And apparently the dudes at our photo licensing house had the exact same conversation, because this photo was marked “Alyssa Milano” and even ones correctly identified were just stuck in the “Alyssa Milano” section, as though she was close enough:

Of course, this is NOT Alyssa Milano, and is in fact habitual fuggee Christina DeRosa doing a very decent impression of La Milano, who, I’m sure, was at the Dodger game last night and is this very morning sending out a mass email to make sure that everyone she knows is aware she would never go to the Emmys in…this. And especially not carrying what looks like a ceramic fan-purse. La DeRosa, on the other hand, is at home applauding herself in the mirror, both for getting so much attention and for managing to get to the Emmys on the strength of what appears to be — thanks to the handy PR dude behind her — called Sex Chronicles for HBO. The new Real Sex, I presume? Then surely, we’ll be seeing her again.