Fug or Fab: Victoria Beckham

I’m starting to feel like almost every post about Posh should be a Fug or Fab, because I am usually torn between the part of me that loves it when she’s cuckoo and the part of me that thinks like a rational human being — or the part of me that can’t tell whether she’s NOT being crazy at all, or if I just THINK she’s not being crazy because what she’s wearing isn’t AS crazy as it usually is. Does that make ME crazy? As Gnarls Barkley once mused: possibly.

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So here, one part of my brain thinks, “That is an awesomely bold color, and the outfit is practically demure considering this is a person who once wore a strapless corset and hot pants to a Glamour party celebrating fashionable women. And she kind of pulls it off. I might love it. I might wish I could own it in a hue slightly less turned-up-to-eleven. I might want to know how much boob tape she’s using. She might need to lay off the bronzer. I wonder if she’s growing out that haircut. Wow, you could use her cheekbones to serve dip at a cocktail party. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, the dress. I STILL might like it.”

And then the other part chimes in with, “Yeah, but are you REALLY ready to embrace a dress that looks like the marriage between a giant blazer and a tennis skirt?”