Emmy Awards Fug or Fab Carpet: Grace Park

I think Grace Park used to be on Battlestar Galactica, which I watched obsessively for like 1.5 seasons until I realized that literally nothing funny ever happened and I couldn’t take it anymore. Not that I require everything to be laughs-a-plenty, but, seriously, there were more moments of break-the-tension levity in all eight hours of both miniseries about the Menendez brothers. Anyway, I believe Ms Park is now on that new Benjamin Bratt show, The Cleaner, which I trust is not about, like, what it’s like to have a really neat roommate, and here she is at the Emmys:

This is cute! Right? Super cute! Just so cute…for like a night out with your boyfriend. I am not the sort of person who is all, “MY STARS! PANTALOONS ON A LADY? I NEVER! ELOISE, FETCH ME MY SMELLING SALTS!” I once quit a job in part because we were not allowed to wear pants. You should have HEARD my ranting about all the sorts of pants that were appropriate for the office. I LOVE pants. I am wearing them now. However….for the Emmys… perhaps a wee casual?