Tiffany Hines is on Nikita, of which I watched about five episodes, which all ran together in my brain and left an impression that it was basically the TV version of Special K cereal: a nice idea, and it looks like it’d taste okay, but then once you dive into it you’re left with a bland mouthful of soggy cardboard.

Perhaps, then, Tiffany Hines is overcompensating here:

She might’ve been onto something if she’d cut off the shoulders and added at least three inches to the skirt. But as it is, I feel like she’s the madam of the newest, baddest brothel in Fraggle Rock.