
In one corner, we have Demi Moore, once The Butcher's Wife, now The Kutcher's Wife, harboring the world's largest hairball atop her own, and a dress that looks like she broke into the zoo and made something extinct.

And in the other corner: Serena Williams, wearing a weaponized dandelion and a gown that, if it were a hotel pillow I would have to get replaced with something made from synthetic fibers. It is wearable hay fever.

Serena seems completely confident that she can deflect whatever comes at her -- which is usually correct, on a tennis court, and that's WITHOUT the benefit of several antenna standing at rigid attention.

Comparatively, Demi appears to be relying on psychic powers to deploy the furball. She is concentrating, concentrating, concentrating... and, she is wrong. She will have to pray that you think her hat and dress combo is winning enough on its own -- or, that she gets up the guts to hunch down and headbutt Serena in the groin, although personally, I would be wary of hurling myself at a woman who smacks balls 100 miles per hour for a living. Then again, I would be wary of wearing a piece of hair that clearly defected from Amy Winehouse, so obviously Demi and I do not think alike.
