(1) LADY GAGA v. (16) MADONNA
Let’s not pretend THIS didn’t happen:
Honestly, I think I could have handled the meat dress (not really, I’m totally lying) if she hadn’t also trussed up her feet like two rump roasts and slapped a filet on her hair. Can you imagine what it would be like to sit next to this? You’d be all, “HOLY SHIT, I’M SITTING NEXT TO LADY GAGA. Oh my god. Lady Gaga smells like a slaughterhouse. Oh my god, HER MEAT IS TOUCHING ME.”
And then of course there was all this:
You know how I felt about her Egg-rival — HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaj sorry. Fug Madness is exhausting. — not to mention the rest of her Grammy’s get-ups (including, but not limited to giving herself prosthetic horns. Maybe that was novel when The Devil did it, but now? OLD HAT.)
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I have a list of places that I believe are too unsanitary to go to wearing ONLY MY UNDERPANTS:






























@onewilliamsj one of them is YIKES. - J
Fug Madness 2011, Round One: Charo Bracket, Part II
(6) MISCHA BARTON vs. (11) CHRISTINA HENDRICKS
We almost didn’t include Mischa Barton this year — in fact, we kept saying to each other, “Eh, Mischa didn’t even really go out much, did she?” And then we actually looked at her archive, and HOLY COW, not only did she go out, but she did it in everything from repeat-offender khakis to strange costumey dresses to cruel culottes, to crueler non-culottes, to these:
Luckily for Christina Hendricks, there is not a direct segue I can use from Knee Window Leggings to her fashion choices. But there is always SOME kind of tangent, and it is this:
there is always a tangent
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