Fuggitte Nielsen

Every time I try and write this post, it comes out like a congratulatory blurb for a terrible movie that’s clearly been created by removing salient words in a negative review. You know, like, “National Treasure: Book of Secrets is…amazing.” Or “Christian Slater was…in Kuffs.” (Kuffs being the worst movie I have ever paid to see in a theatre. It’s terrible. I can only defend myself by pointing out that I was in a full-on hormone rage for him at the time, having recently seen Heathers like 9 times in a row at a friend’s house.)

Like, “Brigette Nielsen dressed…for an event.” Or, “Brigette’s jumpsuit was…for her.” Or, “This makes me feel…again.” Or, “This…is….spectacularly….on.” I kind of feel like that last one covers it.