
I kind of like this dress for this particular event -- if there is ever a time to bring out the bling, it's Teen Choice Awards -- but I am really scared that we're about to see one of her nipples, and I feel like if your nipple is about to make a run for it, the least you could do is wear a slightly longer skirt. To, like, balance the universe.

I would, however, totally wear this if I were to go on Dancing With the Stars, which would NEVER HAPPEN given that I am not a star and also I can't dance and also the entire hypothetical idea of being on a dancing show on television is one of those things that makes me break out into hives, much like the thought of having to correctly do an algebra problem in front of forty people in order to prevent a plane from crashing.

I actually think it's the hair where this all falls apart for me. The dress is kooky and potentially a little bit almost indecent, but also kind of sassy fun. The hair is where everything just gets all too ridiculous. I want to walk up behind her and chop it off.

I seriously do not even know what the hell is happening here.

This, on the other hand, is what happens when I Love the 80s collides with Lisa Frank's darker works. Although I guess that would be the Teen Choice Awards for MY teen years, which, as we all know, were conducted in an entirely different millennium and therefore are meaningless to The Kids Today.

"I'm so confused," Kevin is thinking. "She looks great from the waist up, and like a drive-through car wash from the waist down. Do I want to make out with her, or have her detail my car?"

This, on the other hand, is so snappy! Dress like this all the time, Kevin! PLEASE HEED MY WORDS.
