I enjoy that Mary J. never shies away from making a fashion impact — when she begged through song for no more drama in her life, she obviously did not intend that advice for her stylist — but this is more of a sock to the jaw. It’s just… so… [screams silently] while also being very [Dawson crying]. She has a flesh flower! It’s a skin Rorschach, and it’s creeping me out. There is also little chance it’s a breathable fabric, which there are six very logical places her sweat might vent itself, and they are ALL on her front. “While My Boobs Gently Weep” would at least make for an interesting song title, but that’s about all I’ve got here.