Your WWE is showing.
I understand where wearing a blazer with nothing underneath is a sexy concept.
I just don’t think it’s that sexy HERE. And I think it’s the pants. (Also, frankly, I’m all underboobed out, thanks in part to Tricia Helfer.) I can see the logic of not wanting to funk up the bottom half too much because there is SO much trying happening up top, but in this case I think the trousers NEED to be hotter. Slimmer, perhaps, or in a funky pattern, or metallic. As they are, they’re almost frumpy, in a distracting way that kind of spoils the effect. And can we decide ombre hair is over? And can we decide that this outfit is the perfect on-the-nose encapsulation about how overexposed Olivia Wilde is right now in general? Fug Madness thanks you, Olivia, but maybe go take a nap for a while.
Then again, maybe it’s BECAUSE I have Wilde fatigue that I can’t see the forest for the trees. Please, show me the forest.
Well, hell. If those are what’s hot for spring, I’m in big trouble.
I Tweet about this occasionally, but it bears repeating that The Widow Longoria is truly great on Desperate Housewives — deeply underrated for her comic timing, and pretty much the only reason left to watch a dinosaur that couldn’t even manage a doozy of a goodbye season. She won me over with her talent, is what I’m saying.
And clearly, her talent is what she wants us to notice.