Let’s get the predictable part out of the way: Mullet backward thigh-arpon cut it off neutral lipstick whatever.
That’s basically all I have on this. It’s a word-vomit dress. All it really inspires is a string of things that don’t even make a real sentence. I’m not interested enough to salvage it, I don’t hate it enough to rant about it, and I don’t like it, so… word vomit. Just let it out. It’s like blogger norovirus up in here. But my real question: Has Naya Rivera ALWAYS been a cross between Kim Kardashian and Giuliana Rancic? Because we don’t need another Skywalker right now, Yoda. The ones we have are enough.