Oh, Angie Harmon, I have always thought you were a delight, and envied your smoky voice. Whenever I get a cold, I think, “Well I can’t breathe and I want to saw my nose off my face but at least I sound two degrees closer to Angie Harmon AT LAST.” But a gingham tablecloth is not an outfit. And a gingham tablecloth with a piece missing, so that it looks like your hips are bursting into a deluge of tears, REALLY is not an outfit. It’s an emoji.
Unless she actually PLAYS this emoji in The Emoji Movie, there is no excuse for dressing like the universal symbol for WAAAAH.