I feel like Dakota’s spent the last sixteen months dressing like she’s in wardrobe fittings for a sort of peppy movie about the Great Depression. And I’d never have thought that “Cheerful Lead in a 30s Rom-Com” would work on her, but I’m also the person who once said that she didn’t understand why anyone would want a phone with a camera on it, and rolled her eyes when a guy she had been dating moved away to work for “some company called PayPal.” AS IF THAT WAS GONNA TAKE OFF. So it seems…I am very likely not to be trusted. With anything.
