I ate a really, really good scoop of Honey Buttermilk Strawberry ice cream this weekend, so when I first saw this, I was tempted to lavish upon it all the love that snack gave to my taste buds. The longer I look at it, the less sure I am. It’s a full basket of berries up top, but then a bunch appear to be falling out, and… I think the frills on the neck and sleeves AND the tie AND the skirt that’s partly see-through AND the seasonal fruit bounty are all a bit much. When you have the prom dress Strawberry Shortcake made when she grew up and rebelled against her parents’ insistence on green striped knee socks and giant effing hats, you don’t need those other bells and whistles. Or at least, ditch one of them.