On the heels of a brilliantly common sense study about how tanning beds are basically designed to kill people (regardless of how perfectly bronze one’s skin becomes), here is Janice Dickinson looking like a tomato while on her way to Madeo Restaurant in West Hollywood. I’m not even sure what to cover first. How much the outfit she is wearing offends my sensibilities? Or the way her enormous fake boobs actually look saggy in the top. What about the frighteningly veiny calves?
Janice, sweetie – you’re getting older. Deal with it. This level of extreme lengths to be as vain as possible is appalling. And the most appalling bit – worse than the shirt, the fake boobs, the calves – is the bright red sunburned skin.
Someone get this woman a tube of sunscreen and a piece of chocolate cake, please.