Anne Hathaway Has a Fashion
Oh, for frig’s sake. I am so sick of Anne Hathaway. I am tired of her face, her voice, her (lack of) acting abilities, and I am especially tired of the hot mess that has to reside in her closet.
Does she not realize how ridiculous she’s been looking on the red carpet? And what the funk is this dress? I cannot get over the color design. Seriously? It keeps drawing me in, hypnotizing me with how god awfully horrible it is.
Do you know what it looks like? It looks like the design is there just to illustrate the shape of my body. Look at it. Look at it really, really closely. It’s like: “Here are my boobs and then when the lines squeeze in really tiny, omg! There’s my teeny tiny tummy! Then when these hideously colored stripes flare out again, omg omg! There are my wonderful hips which help give me the perfect hourglass figure! Then, see, look how long my legs are! Look how they taper! This would all be great and I’d be a total hottie … except for the fact that I’m a butter face.” Awww. 
