Oscar Post-Party Fug Carpet: Rose McGowan

It’s not so much the outfit we have a problem with; given Rose McGowan’s history, we’re just lucky we aren’t being treated to a full moon, so to speak. No, our issue here is, sadly, with Rose’s face. Why is she styling herself in the image of the older, squintier, and frequently less moisturized Teri Hatcher? It’s alarming. It doesn’t even look like Rose. Maybe this is where we find out that years ago, back when she was manning his flesh puppet, she sold her blood to Marilyn Manson for use in a devil-summoning ceremony, and her payback is premature Hatchulation. Let that be a lesson to you, kids: Don’t give Marilyn Manson any of your bodily fluids. Are you listening, Evan Rachel Wood?