Where’s The Fug?: Bai Ling

So, we’d heard rumors that Bai Ling has been trying to spiff up her act and tone down the outrageous clothes, in an effort to scoot herself off the D-list. And I’m really afraid that might be true, because check it out:

Okay, so it’s not PERFECT. I think I see a nipple, although maybe I’m hallucinating because the Bai of Yore would’ve made SURE it was partly visible. But overall, she looks kind of trendy and funky, as opposed to saucily half-clad and proud of it.

Can this metamorphosis be happening? Will her first Fug Madness win be her LAST? People, I need my Bai Ling with a heaping plateful of insanity. She may have been low on Hollywood’s list of priorities, but Bai Ling was never on the D-list of my HEART. With every
crazy ensemble, her fame (infamy?) grew on this Web site, apace with my
affection for her bra tops and tiny denim skirts and backless mini-dresses and sequined Spider Woman capes. Without the promise of those in my future, I don’t know how to feel. Other than frightened. And cold. Like my pet unicorn just tore off its horn and stabbed me with it, then ran off with a pack mule so it could live quietly in the wilds of Wyoming.

If this happens, we are going to need each other now more than ever, Fug readers.