Earlier this week, when I showed you guys those pictures of Christina Hendricks and her boobs, you were not impressed. A couple of you called poor Christina’s look “tasteless,” and our very own Sarah even commented with “Her cleavage looks like a butt’s been superglued to her sternum.” And you know, that’s totally fair. It does look a little ridiculous when large-breasted ladies have their own cleavage pressed against their face: I think that at Renaissance festivals, I think that at the gay bar, and I think that when I look at all these celebrities. But you guys don’t think that ensemble above is the answer, do you?
All I’m saying is that there’s a happy medium between almost showing nipple and utter absurdity. And I’m not entirely sure where this business she’s wearing above falls, but I’m pretty sure that it’s unacceptable.
She looks like ScarJo here. It makes me cry inside.
And I agree that there are acres of room between “I shall not be tasteful, but bouncy and full as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the wonder-bra. All shall love mah boobies and despair!”
and
“Oh, you know, I’m just off work from the library and attending my ‘cats have feelings too’ evening crochet club. I just thought I’d stop by before I drop off some cookies at the old folk’s home and get in bed at 8:30.”
I mean, sheesh. But she does, hair, face, dress, makeup, and body look like ScarJo.
Dead on, Emily.
She just has a lot of bohhh deeyy to deal with, and I think it just gets away from her…