I see what's going on here. That's why you're so damn good, Meryl. Don't just *want* the Oscar. *BE* the Oscar!
Do I Have A Migraine? What is going on with the bottom of that dress?! Is it photoshopped?! That thing with the extra side and the peekaboo leg? Don't tell me it's real because it simply isn't. And what happened to the other strap?! I hated Inception.
Cameron, there once was a time when I would've been thrilled to see you in a white/off-white/beige dress. That time may still be now. Your face is saying what my mind is thinking: Yeah, not so much with this thing. Even the dress knows it. Those ruffles there trying to peel away and escape, the bottom frills dragging defeated on the carpet--they don't understand why the top half of that dress refuses to be a team player. Roll over and play dead is a game for puppies, not Oscar fabric.
I never believed that old story about the Yankees choosing uniforms with lines to make Babe Ruth seem slimmer because could anyone really think that would ever work? Anyone other than J-Lo channeling Hipster Ariel, of course.
I see what's going on here. That's why you're so damn good, Meryl. Don't just *want* the Oscar. *BE* the Oscar!
No honey, you heard wrong. The phrase is "Put a BIRD on it." Not a bow. It detracts from your red pantaloons.
This dress is a fine mess of cloth, fit for a supporting stepsister in Ever After. My grandmother can't get over the choice of color. Looks just like her couches from The War.
