People make style mistakes. They wear Crocs. They get chunky highlights. They embrace schoolgirl skirts. These things are forgivable. In fact, I'm even willing to let people like Paris Hilton off the hook who wear bad outfits day-in and day-out. Hey, girl's consistent: All of her clothes could be sold together as a Barbie wardrobe, and some five-year-old would pee her pants on Christmas day. But there's one person that has enigmatically god-awful style, and the real wonder is that she reinvents herself every 2.5 seconds: Mena Suvari, she of the rose petals in American Beauty. She'll go from a tack-tastic Rihanna backup dancer to a Dallas lady at her nephew's rehearsal dinner in a matter of minutes. A look at the lows. (Let's just assume the highs are when she's wearing PJs.)
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
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