Confessions of a Fugaholic

I don’t know how old Krysten Ritter here is, but I feel pretty confident that she is no longer in grammar school, and, ergo, is probably looking at this picture right now and wondering, “Why am I posing like a six-year old?

Why, to show off her fancy dress, of course! And I actually don’t hate it — the idea of the underskirt (or, I guess, an overskirt…whatever) is sort of interesting and I bet this would actually be attractive if, you know, there were only wee peeks of the white as you walked around the room, drinking cocktails and laughing uproariously at jokes being told by handsome, sophisticated — yet rugged! — male models/nuclear physicists (I have been reading a lot of Judith Krantz lately. My interior life is truly enriched). But I am pretty sure doing the red carpet equivalent of flipping your dress over your head to show your grandma your cute matching underpants is frowned upon.