Fug or Fab: Fergie

I was just thinking about Fergie yesterday:

I was playing a game I like to call Put Your iPod on Shuffle And Reveal In The Random Stuff You Have on There, and “Fergalicious” came on — please note, “Fergalicious” is not at all Random.  It is in fact ideal cardio music, mostly because it’s both catchy and dumb enough to be awesome — and I thought to myself, “self, what’s Fergie been up to lately?” I like to think that this picture holds the answer, and that answer is: Working on her top knot in front of the mirror for hours, and also thinking about ruffles.

Truthfully, I kind of might like this sort of? How’s that for a qualified statement? But here’s my issue with it: I feel like it ought to be sported by one of the still-very-skinny, still-very-blonde 85 year old ladies I see tooling around Beverly Hills, at some kind of fundraiser where all the food is encased in puff pastry. Namely: it feels old on her.

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