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||[Aug. 28th, 2006|08:56 pm]
I'm just in a tizzy, as you can tell by the subject of this post. Why am I so tizzied? Because I'm happy about the Emmys. Not the winners...heck, I don't watch enough TV to know who half those people were. But I'm happy about they way everyone looked.|
OK, not everyone. But most everyone.
I mean, I could make some remark about Sandra Oh getting so engrossed with playing in her grandmother's costume jewelry drawer that she totally forgot about the Emmys, causing her to run out the door without remembering to put back the 87 necklaces she found, but the dress was so lovely I can forgive the bling. And if I weren't in such the aforementioned tizzy, I might even snark a bit about Virginia Madsen wearing her dress backwards, al la Felicity Huffman, but I'm going to let it slide. More than it already has, I mean.
And I could say something about Portia de Rossi's lipstick, but heck, I'm just so grateful that the Fleshtone Lip Plague seems to be ending that I'll overlook it...and give her props for apparently eating a cookie or two. And speaking of cookies, a shoutout to Ellen Pompeo and Tracey Gold for putting a little flesh on their bones. Ugly dresses, but still...at least they fill them out. Likewise, props to Mariska Hargitay for making the most of post-baby curves without feeling the need to disguise her hips and/or expose her cleavage.
While we're on the subject of babies, blessings bestowed on Heidi Klum and Christa Miller for not encasing their babes-to-be in spandex.
Katherine Heigl gets a "Get Out of Fleshtone Lipstick Hell Free" card for being jaw-droppingly, heart-stoppingly, eye-poppingly gorgeous. But Melanie Lynskey one-ups her with the creamiest skin this side of...well...creamy skin land...and perfect perfect red lipstick. This is what Snow White would have looked like if she hadn't been spending her days playing dorm mother to a drove of dwarves.
However, top honors for the night go to the Of a Certain Age crowd: Alfre Woodard, Stockard Channing, Blythe Danner, and the almost-too-perfect-to-be-human Helen Mirren, for proving that age and beauty are not mutually exclusive. It doesn't get much better than this, folks.