WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. It's panties, a drape, and a cage, which are the three props of a really unimaginative magician. It's like the worst pubescent boy ever -- it thinks it's being clever, but really, it's just chortling, "Heh, BOOBS, and stuff." Oh my God, it's Beavis and Butthead.
But hey, at least it's not pants. Why do I say that?
BECAUSE THIS IS PANTS.
I think every inch of fabric on her body was purchased at a whites sale for table linens.
Lady, we accepted it when it was punk-themed at the Met Ball. DON'T PUSH IT. You have spent your whole LIFE pushing it, and we appreciate that for the trailblazing behavior that it was, but TAKE A BREAK. Aren't you tired? Leave the pushing it to Salt n/or Pepa for a while.
Sweet lord. SIT DOWN, Klumy Rae Jepsen.
"Well," you might be thinking, "This seems perfectly acceptable, if overly ruffled. Ke$ha has been way more naked and dumb than this."
GOTCHA.
This doesn't even look terrible, but dude, pretty soon The Widow Longoria is going to notice that you stole this.
Blah blah blah see-through boning NEXT.
I'm told by Wikipedia that she is an American recording artist, and not, in fact, Ice-T and Coco's favorite dog walker.
This is not naked, but it might be dumb? I just can't deal with how costumey it is, AND I think it goes too far and ends up not doing her body the favors it was supposed to do. Just... a lot. Turn it down, Stana.
Poor Kimberly Perry forgot to defrost her torso.
Oh, whatever. Of course.
Wait a minute, Hayden. You look nice. Did your spam filter hijack the memo?