But I'm not talking about your garden-variety "I'm a fabulous rock star so I don't have to wear pants" look. After all, a hot mess is still hot, right? What I don't understand is when celebrities choose outfits that are both in questionable taste and unflattering. Who wants to be remembered as the "stained camel toe" It girl?
In real non-celebrity life, most bad fashion comes from the "c" word. If I hear one more slob self-righteously say that she just wants to be "comfortable", I'm gonna hit her upside the head with one of her Crocs. What I'd really be comfortable in would be nothing, but I don't think the general public wants or needs to see that. It's great we don't pass out anymore because we can't breathe through our boned corsets, but come on, ladies. A pretty top and plain black pants are just as easy to wear all day as a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants.
This topic came to mind after I was subjected to a hilariously horrifying commercial for the following:
Not that anyone would mistake me for a fashion role model. My style tends to veer wildly between grandma and hoochie, although in my defence, it's disturbingly easy to look like a porn star when you're into the double letters. Thank God I'm a brunette or no one would listen to a thing I said.
So today is day three of Thirty Days of Truth and today is something you have to forgive yourself for. I don't have many regrets and I'm really happy with my life. So the only thing I can think of is that I'm disappointed in myself for using the holiday season to gain back some of the pregnancy weight I had lost. But I'm getting back on track now and gobbling Christmas cookies and ice cream is pretty minor on the sin scale. Wearing pajama jeans, on the other hand...