They brought out the big guns for this one! “Horrendous,” “Liz Taylor,” “curtains from Sears?“… but I blame the pregnancy rumors for the bitter hatred. Seriously, though—what is the big deal with wearing something with volume? At what point did women only believe tight clothes look good? Is the shape of your figure the only thing that is going to determine whether or not you are stylish? I blame reality TV. And men. Anyway, “muumuus” are better than muffin tops.
In her defense, probably not the best way to counter pregnancy rumors. If I had an incontinence rumor brewing and chose to wear harem pants, I’m sure they’d say I was hiding my diaper.
Oh, this weekend J.S. was relaxing by the pool in my lovely hometown of Ponte Vedra Beach. She was at the (what I consider to be) totally awesome PV Inn & Club, where I fell in love exactly 6 times with various lifeguards during the summer I turned 13. Hilariously enough, every mention of the club started with “low-key, modest.”
This is not my week, apparently.