Did anyone else watch Project Runway tonight and was equally appalled about how the judges kept talking about how Kenley’s pop outfit was revealing without being trashy?
Since when is a fishnet top with a spangly bra underneath it and a miniskirt so short that if Kenley sat down we’d all be getting a hooha shot, the same ones we’ve been seeing of Paris Hilton and Britney Spears for, I don’t know, WHAT FEELS LIKE EONS NOW, NOT TRASHY???
It’s like how when gas is $3.89 a gallon and you’re like, BARGAIN! And you forget how a few years ago you could fill your tank up for $25. And how there were many thousands of people LESS DEAD.
Not to compare the state of the world with the state of fashion, but man, I refuse to become immune to ick.
I try to maintain a non-judgmental, empathetic position generally in life. And if you showed up to my party in a hooha dress, I’d mix you up a long island ice tea and wish (a) you the best, and (b) that I could pull off a dress that short. But if I am totally honest, I’d also probably think you were missing something, that you needed something that you weren’t getting and that you just didn’t know how else to get it. And I’d understand that, we’re all missing something, so I’d do my best not to judge.
Still. I don’t ever want to get to the point where I don’t judge because I don’t notice anything wrong with your hooha showing up at my party as your unexpected plus-one.
I don’t know, maybe I am wrong, maybe (OK, SURELY) my feelings are all based on some Judeo-Christian social construct of morality that’s only been around a couple centuries and I should get off my high horse.
But for some reason watching Nina Garcia, supposed arbiter of taste, endorse a fishnet dress as demure just got my goat.
In increasingly weird world, there’s got to be a line somewhere you can draw.
And my line, apparently, is about 5 inches lower than where Jerell drew it.