Scantily-Cladness
Sometime later this week–once I’ve parsed the 80 entires–I’ll be announcing the winner of 10 dollar-units in my Oscar contest. May I humbly point out that I went 10/12 this year? If not for the Madonna-humping, over-acting, poncey-haired Sean Penn, I would’ve been nearly perfect. I really don’t care for his work.
In the meantime, I’ve had to endure the difficult task of judging who wore the least to the Oscars. Surprisingly, only seven of the ten candidates actually turned up–there was no sign of Jennifer Lopez, Halle Berry or Jennifer Connelly (you can usually rely upon the first two to wear almost nothing, can’t you?). I guess I haven’t watched the Oscars enough, because I kind of assumed that anybody-who-was-anybody showed up. When I think about it, though, there are a ton of A-list actors who didn’t show. Is this normal?
Regardless, here are my rankings of scantily-cladness, from least to most. All in all, it was a disappointing year on the frock front. Where are the bare midriffs, the high slits and the broad, plunging necklines of those days gone by? Ah well, fashion always follows politics. In times of war and conservative government, the womenfolk tend to cover up. Also, apparently white is the new black…who knew?
