Oscar Fug Carpet: Lisa Rinna

I’m beginning to think — okay, well, actually, I’ve suspected this for years, but go with me on this — that there’s no pleasing me when it comes to Lisa Rinna. She’d wear leopard all the time and it annoyed me; she then shook it up with some solids in bright colors, but I couldn’t be pleased because she traded it for showing off her Brazilian and other assorted bits, and I am not particularly interested in her private flesh tones.

So she fixed it on Sunday:

She’s wearing a great color that keeps all her groceries in the
bag, AND she was just quoted in some magazine as being (correctly)
semi-horrified by her own cheek implants, but I still cannot climb aboard. Because, aside from how it looks like much of her face is straining simply to achieve getting her mouth open, can we discus the hair? What is that? Even Ryan Seacrest got rid of his frosted tips a year or so ago. And the style… when I look at it, all I can think of is this:

Joan, of course, is strangely magnificent in her Viva Rock Vegas ensemble and makeup, but it took a special kind of woman to pull off that hair back THEN, much less in 2009. Rinna, you are no Joan. Put down the volumizer and the curling iron and the lemon juice and try again.