It is like this. Francesca finished high school many a long year ago, and she does not wish to engage, actively or passively, in idle chatter about who looked sooooo good and who should NOT BE WEARING THAT, who was a “hit” and who was a “miss.” It is so boring.
Francesca loves looking at the pretty dresses, and she enjoys –yes, with her own little bit of unfortunate shadenfreude — seeing rich celebrities tank on their fashion risks. But to spend time and energy dissecting, to the minutest of details, why so-and-so looks like a vampire in her paleness or how ridiculously like a 1980’s Barbie so-and-so looked is just a waste. Especially since the first so-and-so might simply be a victim of red-carpet lighting, and the other so-and-so might actually look fun and feminine in a daringly Barbie-like way — and anyhow, does it really matter THAT much? –so why don’t we just enjoy the prettiness when it is there, take what we like to inspire our own fashion choices if we wish, and move on?
Fashion is great fun and tells us something about ourselves and society — hence, this blog — but it is not worth throwing away one’s manners for.
Seriously, all the talk about who looked washed out and who looked fat and who looked too frilly is, frankly, anti-woman. You do not see the Big Bad Media wondering why the MEN at the Globes look boring, who designed their cuff links, or whether wearing black versus dark grey works for their complexions. Let us focus on the talent and artistry, and just be happy for what prettiness there is — because Hollywood stars do, after all, clean up real nice — and allow female stars to dress up as glamourously as they can to win their awards without worrying whether they will be caught in a bad lighting situation and forevermore dissed for it. Francesca does not mind oohing and aahing over how beautiful someone looks, within reason, but if someone “misses,” we do not speak of it. We focus on the positive and build each other up. We are not in high school any more.