Emmy Awards Fug-or-Fab Carpet: Ginnifer Goodwin

I enjoy how, in photos, Ginnifer Goodwin always seems to be cocking her head and looking at the camera with intense eyes, as if to say, “Come on, hit me with it. I can take it. I’m ready. DO YOUR WORST.

“You want to tell me the necklace reminds you a bit of Halls cough drops on a string? FINE. You think the bodice looks like a construction-paper valentine? BRING IT. You want to wax nostalgic about how you were lousy at drawing even hearts, so you’d draw half of one on a folded piece of paper, cut, and then open it up and VOILA, instant symmetry? And how this dress has now made you reminisce about kindergarten in a way that you haven’t since the last time you walked past a toy aisle and saw the Play-Doh Mop Top Hair Shop and secretly thought about buying it for yourself even though you were fully grown? HAVE AT IT. I CAN HANDLE IT. I AM TOUGHER THAN YOUR STUPID ANECDOTES. As long as you give me credit for not gluing any part of this to a doily. Can you do that? CAN YOU?”