Loath though I am to strip anything of a shiny gold accoutrement, I did wonder at first what this would look like without the sleeves.
Then I decided the sleeves make me happy, like a marriage of gymmastics and Xanadu, which doesn't happen enough in life. And I began to wonder if my hangup was the cat-eyes in her boobular region. And THEN I wondered if I should even have a hang-up at all, which gave me yet another hang-up, and that is only a satisfying feeling if it involves slamming down a cordless phone after delivering someone A Piece of Your Mind.