Overall, from what I've seen it wasn't a scary year. Sure, there's the Charlize bow, which we'll talk about later, but overall, not much wrong with the general Oscar population. But seriously, that ain't where the "oh wow I can't believe it" moments occur. Those happen later...at the parties.
If she had just gotten finished picking up the kids from soccer practice, dropping the dog off at the groomer's, running to the market for tonight's dinner, heading up a PTA meeting, and playing 3 sets of tennis at the gym, I might have understood why she totally forgot her husband's boring business dinner and just threw on a pair of jeans and a long swacket. But let's call a spade a spade. Kate Capshaw's got more money than all of us combined and then tripled. She has people that do all that stuff for her. Couldn't they have laid out a nice pair of pants before they climbed into their shared Ford Festiva and drove back to the barrio?
Until later, peaches.
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