Billy noted that his black ruffled Emmy outfit was supposed to have MORE, but didn’t go according to plan. If it had, that would have been TWO towers of ruffles in one weekend as opposed to one set of wings and one… giant melted cake? I’m losing the plot on it, and worse, I’m losing him in it. But I also get the struggle — Billy Porter came out of the gate with an iconic outfit, dressed as a cool bishop-turned-chef with a tuile on his head, and wore a freaking motorized hat. It’s HARD to live up to that high a bar. Sometimes your ruffles are going to go limp, and that’s okay. They will be robust another day.