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Courtney, Courtney, Courtney.

[Photo:Splash News]

Actually, I don’t know that I have much to complain about right now. i am weary of the baby-pink lipstick everyone is wearing these days, which makes it look like they are mouthless mannequins. But the dress — or coat; whatever — isn’t offensive necessarily. It’s SHORT, but you know what? I’m really tired. Fashion Week is ending and the Oscars are on Sunday, and I’m all tapped out of crotch jokes. I need to save whatever mojo is left in that arena, in the event that Meryl Streep wears a buttock-scraper this weekend or Mickey Rourke decides to put on a gown with a giant slit up in the vicinity of his business. Know what I mean?

Instead, let’s look at her shoes:

You know when you are rummaging around your junk drawer and you pull out a tape measure, an old Tacone receipt, three stripped screws, andd 20 feet of old phone cord, all in a giant tangle? Most people either shove it back in and walk away whistling innocently, or try to separate the parts. Courtney Love, apparently, puts that mess on her feet and goes out for a cocktail. We are not the same, she and I.