Over the weekend, Adrienne attended the Escape to Total Rewards function in New York, and while she was posing for the photos, oopsie, her dress broke. See, what she was supposed to be wearing was a cream-colored poofy thing, but the cream-colored poofyness, somehow, fell down, leaving her to stand there in nothing but a black sheer dress and a smile.
First of all, I really don't know how Adrienne didn't realize this was happening in the moment. Didn't she feel a breeze? Didn't she feel exposed at all? (And why didn't somebody come to her rescue?) Second of all, for the love of all that is holy, ladies, wear underwear! Is it really that much of a pain in the ass? Are you really that forgetful? And do you not know about the bevy of seamless, line-less, "barely there" undergarments that are on the market?
Nobody wants to see your business -- okay, fine, some people do want to see your business. But seriously, it's tacky, and unfortunately, the vag-slip is kind of played-out. So head on over to La Perla, or wherever it is that you fancy, and pick yourself up a pair of underwear. Really, it's not that hard to do. And your lady parts will thank you.
Do you think this wardrobe malfunction was planned or an accident?
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