Well, well, well, who do we have here?
Brenda Walsh, in the flesh, and showing more of it than you’d think from just the rather modest front view. Behold the back:
Hey! Remember Charlotte Church? She’s got a new album coming out this month — or, as the kids call it, “dropping” — and thus she’s once more out and about:
I just wish she would have run this outfit past someone before she left the house wearing it — surely Charlotte must have Posh’s number on speed dial, somewhere, and you KNOW Vicky would lend a hand. If she’d called me, I would have advised her to start over entirely — but let’s pretend we’ve all got to work with what we’ve got standing in front of us here. Imagine you ran into Miss Church here in the parking lot of the event and she begged you to make her presentable before you both went inside. What would you do? Consider this your Project Runway challenge, and MAKE IT WORK in the comments:
Kathleen Robertson! You may remember her from her role as Clare on Beverly Hills 90210, on which she was Steve’s beleaguered girlfriend, who Made Him a Better Man before bailing to go to Paris FOREVER. Surely you recall this heart-wrenching moment in Steve’s life. I once had a week about ten years ago in which I ran into her both at Denny’s — at 3 a.m., because this is when I was young — and then the next day at Bloomingdale’s. So what I’m saying is, I’m pretty sure Kathleen Robertson was stalking me once. And I thought I was free from her, but HERE SHE IS:
Judging from the tights, I suspect she may also be moonlighting as a nurse. In the 1950s.
I feel underqualified to write this post. Jessica recapped The X-Files for years and I only casually watched, so she would have countless obscure Dana Scully references to make and all I can remember is that there was cancer and maybe a baby, and she had red hair, and for a season or so said the line, “This cancer is invading my body,” about a hundred times. None of which really applies to Gillian Anderson’s problems here (I hope):
People often inquire as to why we don’t feature men as often as women. Our answer is, basically, that as women, we are more attuned to the vagaries of ladies’ fashion, and we can apply our own sensibilities to it — like, how anytime anyone is in a catsuit of some stretchy ilk, we can remember those times when wearing a snap-crotch bodysuit took about fifteen minutes every time we had to go to the bathroom. Menswear isn’t so much our expertise, and also, most dudes wear fairly simple suits and it’s tough to screw that up (although if they do, we are happy to call them out on it).