Debra Messing’s wardrobe has always been a few degrees off, like milk that’s been open in the fridge for a long time even though it hasn’t hit its printed expiration date. So, on a whim, I decided to anagram her name to see if anything else apt — besides messing — is lurking in there. And it IS.
Behold: Bad sense grim.
Let’s hope she pulls out something better before I have to hit her with, “Sins garbed me.”