I once spent an entire fashion show staring at a women in the front row (I was way way WAAAAAY back), trying to figure out through the darkness if she were Evangeline Lily. The woman in question was wearing hideous pants. Like, truly unholy terrible heinous pants. Pants so ugly that I am pretty sure I texted Heather, “KATE FROM LOST IS WEARING THE UGLIEST PANTS IN THE UNIVERSE.” I may have even written for The Cut that we saw Kate from LOST and her pants were UGLEEEE. And then I found out that Evangeline Lilly was in Toronto at the same time and therefore, had an alibi for the crime of ugly pant wearing. And I felt guilty for having tarred her with that brush.
I feel okay about it now.