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Grammys Fug and Fab and Unfug and Hmmm Weekend: Jennifer Hudson


There’s something kind of awesome about Jennifer Hudson wearing a Victoria Beckham design to the Grammys, and I think it is this: We’re all so accustomed to Posh’s sample-sized frame that it’s refreshing to know she can design something that fits a normal human body. And for the most part, I think Jennifer Hudson — whom I almost accidentally called Jennifer Love Hudson right now, for which J.Hud maybe ought to slap me — looked great in this.

However, I have questions.

1) Is that not a wee tight across her boobs?
2) I get that black tights theoretically complete the sleekness of the look, but might this have been better if she’d just gone bare-legged? 
3) Is that a sweat stain underneath her right armpit? If so, then I am surprised she didn’t notice, and stood that way — usually when you are pitting out, you can feel it — and if is merely designed to LOOK that way, then OH VICKY, what were you thinking? Faux-perspiration is not posh.
4) Now that I look at it: Does Jennifer kind of look like she’s wearing a waist apron, as if she is slinging hash in the world’s most formal greasy spoon?
5) Are you as fascinated by her bang-piece as I am? 
Do the questions stop here? What do YOU think?

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Grammys Fug Weekend ‘You The Jury’: Carrie Underwood


Well, she didn’t change clothes five times like she does at all the country music shows, but thank God we do have three Carrie Underwood ensembles to chew on from this year’s Grammys and its related shindigs. Want to file into the jury box and look impassive while the lawyers present their arguments? Y’all are welcome to deliberate in the comments as well.

EXHIBIT A: Red Carpet
The prosecution opens by pointing out that the neckline of this dress makes Carrie look like she’s hunched, but the defense is ready: It posits that the unusual bodice is the only reason anyone is discussing this dress at all, and that it’s very creative and fun. The prosecution counters that this might be better without the horizontal bit that looks like she has been lassoed, and suggests this is what enslaved vestal virgins are wearing in the court of the galactic emperor in 2314, and when the defense is all, “How would you KNOW THAT,” the prosecution shrugs and then makes a big show of looking for the keys to the office DeLorean. The defense pouts that it’s super cool and she’s hot so WHATEVER.  But the prosecution isn’t done; it yawns that it’s sick of white on the red carpet, and blames Kate Hudson. The defense objects, nothing that people are also generally sick of Kate Hudson herself, and contends that opposing counsel is only invoking that name to instill in the jury an annoyed feeling that will create unfair bias. The judge instructs the jury to ignore any feelings of ill-will toward Kate Hudson, no matter how overrated Almost Famous and all of her ensuing performances have been. The prosecution leaps up to insist that How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days is secretly kind of okay, but the judge bangs the gavel and decrees Kate Hudson to be seriously off-topic and irrelevant here unless we are discussing show-stopping yellow dresses, actresses who date athletes and whether their genitals sup on the players’ abilities, or the Please Leave Owen Wilson Alone online fan club.

Exhibit B: Performance

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SAGs 2010: Best and Worst


Because this was so much fun last time! Gather around, Fug Nation, as we determine who was the best, and the worst, of Saturday’s SAG Awards. As always, I’m sure our blurry eyes missed someone AWESOME or AWFUL, so although the vote is only between the people who ended up on the site, feel free to chat about everyone in the comments.

Please vote after the jump! (Because otherwise this big fat poll would eat up our entire homepage.)

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Golden Globes Well Played: Kristen Bell


Can we get a round of applause for K Bell?

Because she managed to pull off a LOT here: wearing white without looking like she just decided to pop by the Beverly Hilton on the way to her wedding; pulling off the cocktail length without looking like she just dropped by on her way to another, way less formal event; and managing to not to look mad stumpy, despite past predilections for stumpiness. Let’s all just take a moment and give thanks, shall we?

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Twenty-Fug


Let’s start with the good news: This is not, as I had initially feared, a satin romper.

It IS, however, giving Annie Wersching’s cleavage a bit of a Pam Anderson “two beach balls shoved in a bag” appearance. But none of it is as freaky to me as the textured tights — or maybe they’re just shiny; regardless, when I look at them, all I can think of are Muppet legs. And when you have a lovely pair of gams, as Annie does, I would think “sexy puppet” kind of counteracts their cuteness. Maybe I’m just not freaky enough.

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Breakfast at Fugffany’s


Oh, Anna Friel. I wish we’d been paying attention to your stage-door exits all along. 

That jumpsuit is so slickery and puffy, it seems for all the world like it’s lined with thinsulate. She looks as if she just hung up her skis and is sidling into the lodge to have some soup in a bread bowl before hitting the slopes again. 
This did make me want to take a look back at what she wears when she’s leaving the theatre, just in case we missed something. Now, Anna here has starred in many performances, so this is only really a random sampling. But she does appear to love the black-and-white:

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Well Played, Nicole Richie


Other than the fact that I keep wanting to trim her bangs, because I am an old lady now who can’t stop wondering how that hair in her eyes doesn’t drive her MENTAL, I think I like this change:

Maybe it’s because she still looks healthy after having her son, but I think the dark hair suits Nicole. It makes her skin glow a bit more. I have to say, back when The Simple Life premiered and she and Paris were attached at the hip, if you’d told me that I’d develop any kind of affection for Nicole Richie, I’d have assumed you had just spent three hours in a hot tub filled with Elmer’s Glue and permanent markers. Yet here we are. Does this mean that in three years I’m going to be Lady Gaga’s best friend and we’ll be calling our pal Taylor Momsen to see if she wants to go tights shopping?

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