Oh, Karina Smirnoff. I must admit — even though I always think your name is “Karla” and have to look it up — I feel for you, girl. I have been reading about your break-up from Mario Lopez for WEEKS and WEEKS and WEEKS in little tiny pieces in the tabs, and surely you are sick of that being the only story floating around about you, too. Ergo:
Haven’t you heard? Unless you’re a Vegas cocktail waitress, you either wear the super-short feathered mini OR the cut-to-the-navel top, not both. But this is going to help land you one of those “KARINA/KARLA: READY TO LOVE AGAIN” pieces, and goodness knows, that will be very refreshing for everyone.