Golden Globe Gowns

This morning Kim, my office assistant, and I spent some valuable bonding time critiquing the stars' gowns from last night's awards show. There certainly were some beautiful dresses there. Too bad they weren't always on the right lady. But we both agreed - we are sick of the mermaid dress. With the exception of a few classical columns, and a couple of unfortunate lampshades, that is all one saw. Boring, ladies.

I understand that most of these gals have a stylist to assist them - in fact, most of them don't even own the dresses. So you would expect better choices, wouldn't you? I understand that for some folks, making a big impression trumps taste and elegance, but wouldn't you still want the gown to flatter you? For example, mashed-down boobs in the strapless gowns (looked painful!), and too much cleavage and not enough support in some others. I have no argument with a dress cut to the bellybutton, but figure out some way to get the girls up where they belong in spite of it, or go for something you can wear over a good firm bra. Leave the no-support stuff to the lucky ladies with the perky ones. The awards were not the only golden globes visible.

Don't these poor creatures look in the mirror?

On the other hand, it is gratifying to see that these folks are really just like you and me - only with more money. Cher, honey - you're my age. You look great, but leave off the vampy style. You look like a grandma witch.

I gather that the elements weren't cooperating last night. Having to pose with a big umbrella can be a challenge, especially when you're clutching the train of your dress to your legs because the red carpet is soaking wet. Still, no frowns, ladies. Flash those wonderful smiles that show us why we love you.