So, I just lost the entire post I was writing about Rachel Nichols’ dress. And it infuriated me, but it’s also probably for the best, as I had gone off on some tangent about her facial expression, and John Black‘s similar one, and that time he had to rescue Marlena because The Evil Stefano DiMera held her hostage in some random dungeon underneath the streets of Paris, and how he almost got himself guillotined for his trouble. And that really doesn’t have much to do with Rachel’s actual outfit, except that Stefano once fathered a love child with a woman who then spent 30 years skulking around in a white dress.
Maybe that counts.
Rachel does not look like she wants to spend 30 years skulking around in this dress. It looks kind of tight and uncomfortable, like maybe it doesn’t quite have room in it for all her ribs, and we’re getting a little, er, specific on the contours of her boobs there — kind of like when a gymnast finally starts busting out of her leotard.
Oh, and speaking of busting out: