The Chenbot strikes again. And she’s in good company. Well, most weeks she is, but usually it’s a pointless endeavor to fug anyone who’s actually in the Big Brother house, because a) they are already clowns, and b) I think they must pipe in tainted air so that over the summer contestants will slowly lose both their sanity and their sartorial judgment. But Rachel and Daniele pulled out doozies this week. Still, it all starts with Julie. She is the alpha and the omega of this show’s wardrobe problems. My husband turned to me and said, “It would have been cheaper if she’d ACTUALLY just borrowed something from her mother every week.” He’s right, but it can’t have been much cheaper. Clearly this cost, like, $5. Enter and gawk.
ALSO: Fall TV is just around the corner. And it may SEEM like we watch everything, but we don’t. It’s not possible. We miss stuff all the time — daytime talk shows, Letterman and his ilk, the occasional reality show, stuff that’s not on The CW, etc. So we’re hoping you guys will help us out: If you see an outfit on TV in a given week that makes your soul hurt, snap a photo (hooray for smart phones) and send it to us — maybe with a helpful subject line, like, oh, I don’t know, I’m just spitballing here, but maybe, “The Worst Thing I Saw On TV This Week.” Just submit your photo — and it does have to be your photo, not snagged from someplace on the Internet — with whatever you’re comfortable running with it as a photo credit, be it Marty from Hill Valley, something cryptic like One-Man Hamlet, or that old chestnut, “Anonymous.” (We will not print your personal details willy-nilly.) We may not run everything we get, but ideally, we’ll have enough stuff to royally fug the boob tube on the regular. Sound good? I hope so. If not, then you may never hear about this ever again. It’s the Internet equivalent of us putting up our fist, and getting no bump. What sad clowns we will be. Sniffle.
