Hm. Just when I thought Lea Michele was doing alright with her fashion choices (and not so much with her love interests), she went and pulled this shit out of some bargain basement closet shop that’s known for catering to the likes of young Blanche Devereauxs. Normally that’d be OK, but this outfit just makes Lea look shapeless and gawky, kind of like a little girl playing dress-up in her grandma’s moth-ball-smelling closet. The color is decent, and it’s a good fit for her skin tone, but the rest? Good heavens. Someone call the … I don’t know. Someone.
Also, what is with her face? I realize that Lea is artsy and likes to make dramatic faces in order to express herself instead of making the normal decision to wear meat dresses or marry “reformed” drug-and-sex addicts. You’d think that Lea’d be trying to learn from her peers, not continually make the same mistakes. That face? Is frightening. I’m not SAYING that you went and got Botox, because you’re what, twenty-five or something and have naturally youthful-looking, dewy skin and it’d be a mega-mistake for you to go f-cking with that, but the expression? Well, it screams “Botox! and I don’t think you want to do any more false advertising than you already have, girl.
Sorry, Lea. You’ve been growing on me lately – you really have! – and I know that’s probably hard to swallow for you and everyone else reading. But this dress and this face go together like spam and Beaujolais, and I’m not going to say which one is “spam,” ’cause I don’t feel like being so rude out the gate first thing on a Monday morning, honey.
I thought she was Sandra Bullock