
It WAS smart of her to stand with Cory Monteith, though, because I'm distracted from her ill-fitting satin roller-coaster by wondering why his hair always looks like a cap he can don and doff at will. Not a toupe somehow, though -- like an actual hat of hair.

Y'all know my feelings on what I refer to as plastic shoes. You know that song so well you can sing it without me. A capella. But the way that sucker is hugging her torso is so unflattering. She has a killer bod, and this dress is turning it into unpaved road.

From the back it is equally un-great -- I keep checking to see if the skirt is caught in her panties. Then again, maybe someone just thought she was an unmade bed and sought to give her some brisk hospital corners. It happens.
