(Photo stolen from Simon Hammond/Splash News - June 3, 2010)
Dear Ke$ha,
I have a question about the choices you make when getting dressed:
How can you tell when you're done?
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Oh dear Lord...I can't look. It gives me a headache! But, um, I can't unsee it, now can I?
Posted by: Audrey at Barking Mad | June 07, 2010 at 06:28 PM
I have two words. Ridiculous.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | June 07, 2010 at 01:05 PM
I kinda dig those pants, though. They draw the eyes right to the knees, which in my case would be helpful because that way the papparazi wouldn't be looking at my big butt.
Posted by: Meg | June 07, 2010 at 08:41 AM
Wow. I'd say she's definitely done.
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | June 06, 2010 at 02:01 PM
This is what happens when parent don't let children experiment with clothing choices at an early age. While mildly dramtic, wearing different colored socks, two different shoes or something really daring like polka-dots and stripes to grade school vents the system early and with little to no harm.
But as we see in the pic above, Kesha's clothing frustration has obviously been pent up for years and just like a volcano, has been waiting for the right moment to blow.
Posted by: Rick's Cafe | June 06, 2010 at 07:25 AM
Easy. When you can't reach your shoes.
As my friend Bud Downey once said, she looks like an unkept grave.
She's like Australia. Everybody knows what's there, but who'd even want to go?
Posted by: boB Cleveland | June 06, 2010 at 04:22 AM