
I do love a coat. I have no business living in Los Angeles. I mean, we do get coat weather here occasionally, but nowhere near enough to justify the number of coats I either own or want desperately to buy. Obviously I need to become a jetsetter.

Also, it's nice to see Renee's eyes open. Usually she's squintier than Chad Michael Murray, which is what makes watching Jerry Maguire or Bridget Jones' Diary so hard, because she's got relatively open eyes in those movies. Hopefully she didn't Botox her face into being unable to squint, because that's a bit much, but in general it's nice to be reminded she has eyes at all.

And then the coat came off, and... admittedly I can't see much of this dress, but what I can see vexes me.

That bodice DOES Not FIT. AND it's nipply. And if she's so freezing cold that she's going all Nipsy O'Cardigan on us, then why is she wearing a tiny tiny skirt and a tiny tiny top I guess sometimes, shit happens, and you have to warm up however you can. Air conditioning can be a bear sometimes. Mostly, I'm just sad that her low-hanging bodice is being so cruel to her. Oh, Bodice. Are you in league with Jennifer Aniston?
