Ayyyy!

You know what, Hollywood? Y’all need to pull it together and start being entertaining again. Because this year’s Emmy dresses? Could not have been safer or more boring. Seriously, I would have worn half of that stuff to the grocery store. Now granted I once wore a fur coat and a pair of pajamas to the grocery store, but still. It’s not like I ask SO much of you. We don’t ask for talent, or moral fortitude or even underpants. We just want you to show up wearing something retarded once in a while so I can make fun of you on the internet. IS THAT SO HARD? GOD.

I mean, take Teri Hatcher here. SURE she looks like a deflated banana boat that had been sodomized by the “fancy” shower curtain from Aunt Earlene’s condo in Pensacola, but that’s it. It didn’t vomit glitter or inappropriate sheer patches or have a giant pair of bedazzled iguana claws strategically placed on the nipples.

Sigh. Sometimes I don’t even know if I’ve got the strength to go on.

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