My cohort Jessica loves a neck ruffle. So I imagine when she first saw pics like this of Rashida Jones, she got about as excited as a fourteen-year old at a Team Edward convention, or a fifty-four year old at a Clay Aiken concert.
And I agree, this had a lot of promise. But, you know, it’s a cruel world. People break promises.
I’m sure Rashida’s mammaries are not really making friends with her stomach, and that this deranged half-nightie is simply abusing them with wanton disregard for full-frontal photographs. I call this look, The Grim Sleeper. Don’t let it come for you.
