I WROTE WORDS AGAIN. The Oscars have broken me. FAREWELL FUG NATION. See you on the lanai, and we can talk about this post full of models.
Fug File: super(and unsuper)models
Well, there’s always one.
But what’s truly remarkable about this is, there appears to be a pair of panties underneath the visible granny-shapewear. She double-bagged her bingo parlor. Repeat: In a dress where ALMOST ALL OF THE REST OF HER IS FREELY VISIBLE, she went the extra layer on one very special part. Frankly, I find it tremendous. How bad do we think it looked WITHOUT the panties? For the first time ever, was a Get-A-Grip Friend back in her hotel suite saying, “Actually you should take OFF the panties?”
We do have a fondness for a wacky pant here, especially Jessica.
But there’s a lot of acreage in the world to be a GOOD wacky pant, and not Monistat-bait with pajama-grade legs.
Well, thank God.
It’s been a while since Jessica White popped up at something looking like your $1.99-per-minute Psychic Friend, and I was beginning to worry she had forgotten to foretell her own demise.
I keep accidentally publishing posts with “words” as actual placeholders this week, but don’t worry. This time when I say WORDS, I mean it in the pure GFY slang sense: I am totally out of them and this is crazy.