Oh, mymymy. Rita, Muccia Prada may be your girlfriend, but she should not be your designer. During my perusal of the Emmy fashion wrapups, I got a load of Ms. Wilson in Prada’s crystal drop shower curtain/dress with matching sandals. Not to mention, that shade of blonde was all wrong. Look, I know the cursed thickening middle of middle age is a bitter pill (and a sure sign that humans were meant to die at 35), but turning yourself into a strolling chandelier is not the answer.
I find it impossible to believe that Tom Hanks looked at his beloved and said nothing. Like, “As a matter of fact, yes, that dress does make you look fat.”
The horror, the horror.