For a ssecond I thought I liked the bob on Rose Byrne; then I decided it might be too heavy for her face. But then, my best friend when I was five had essentially this haircut — or else, she did in my fuzzy memories of that age — so I think my residual fondness (even though she once dotted my skin with green permanent marker, which she may have thought was helping my appearance, and which may have been correct) is pushing this into the win column for me.
And when I saw this, I was like, “Oh, Rose Byrne’s dress might be really nice. I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”
Rose. ROSE. A pleated-pants jumpsuit by any other name still looks like you lost a bet to the Flying Elvises. The joke may be on you, so I’m glad you’re at least enjoying it.