Met Ball Fug-or-Fab Carpet: Victoria Beckham

The fact that our girl Posh was not even close to being the weirdest-dressed Met Ball attendee almost makes me wonder if we’re in some kind of alternate universe, where up is down, down is up, high-waisted pants are universally flattering, and Intern George has a blemish.

But she’s still the leggy, over-tanned exhibitionist we know and love. Or hate, or just can’t be bothered to feel ANYTHING about except a mild urge to pack her back to a life of obscurity. As for how I feel about THIS, I don’t know. It has all the Posh hallmarks: huge shoes that don’t look especially comfortable (is she en pointe in those things?), a tiny skirt that jettisons her thigh muscles from the unbearable prison of fabric, and an eruption of attempted drama. The minidress kind of reminds me of an old-school swimsuit — the type of thing we’d call a Bathing Costume, with the merest hint of a snooty accent to remind us that it’s from Olden Times. The cape? Maybe a matching cover-up.

But I don’t know if it’s interesting enough to scream either fug OR fab, yet it’s also not dullsville, because it’s Posh, and she IS strutting around like a polka-dotted peacock. And when you factor in my general feelings of affection for Her Campiness, it’s probably best to let you guys be the voice of judgment.