I Watched the Grammys

I'm a bitch about fashion and hair even though I really have no basis for making any statements about such things. I watch all the award shows and critique the appearance of those famous people because it's my way of living the high life without shopping anywhere more exotic than Target and Old Navy.

After the shows, I then sit through the countless fashion review shows and columns because I'm just that pathetic. So, as I've read and watched, I've been shocked and dismayed that no one has called Christina Aguilera to the red carpet for her horrific choices in hair and makeup:



Girl looks like she needs to wash her dirrty face and that hair? OMG, her hair. Who on earth does this girl's hair? She has GRAY roots. Gray. Who in the world strives to have gray roots? And then lets them be visible for photos and television coverage? It boggles my mind. She's trying to be all galm, forties, pin-up, but she looks like a characature and I do not mean that in any sort of good way.

Her Ungaro dress? Eh, pretty enough, but until she takes control of her hair and face she's dead to me.