Ladies, ladies, ladies there is a very important reason why we girls get ready to go out for a night on the town together. The first is because drinks are cheaper if you start at the hotel (you know it’s true!). The second is because it’s your friends’ collective job to make sure you look your hottest and are safe to go out where cameras, alcohol, and morons are in full force.
I think Tiffany Dupont (who I discovered through the power of IMDB once said ” I just hope I haven’t exposed myself to herpes for nothing!” on a show I’ve never heard of, Greek) must not have any friends. Because there’s no way a friend wouldn’t have said to Tiffany –
“You look like a tranny lounge singer about to break into a Dionne Warwick song – put a dress on that covers your crotch.”
“Tiffany, no one knows who you are (yet – if you’re lucky) so do you really want to be the girl who pulled a Britney tonight? There’s this thing called the internet where photos go to die. Oh wait…they don’t die. They live on so people can continue to make fun of you even after you’re no longer spending $200 every three weeks to dye your hair that fake red.”
“We are no longer friends if your boobs don’t stop staring at me through your shirt. That fabric is like cheesecloth.”
If Tiffany in fact does have friends who allowed her to go out or even did the horrible girl thing where they think she looks like garbage but don’t say so because they want their garbage looking friend to look cheap so they look better…? Well then, I think I only feel worse for her.