I guess, when it comes right down to it, I kind of don’t GET THIS:
I am on record as loving a neck ruffle — and her! She’s so cute! — but this neck ruffle is leaking like a poorly patched tarp, and it’s as 90s as a double billing of Reality Bites and Singles as attended by a coalition of Amnesty International and the people who wrote on the Sassy men’s magazine spin-off Dirt after a joint trip to the Doc Martens sale. Why would I say this? Because I’m old and I REMEMBER the 90s and seventy-five percent of us went to prom in this fabric.