You got me, Miley Cyrus. I was never all that big of a fan but never wanted to go out of my way to hate on you. (It's not your fault that your parents let you ink stupid tattoos all over your adolescent body before you learn some life lessons and put some meaning behind your ink - I understand they were compelled by the higher power... of access to your bank account.) There are plenty of times when you look like you're dressing far beneath the standards of your wealth, that strange bohemian Olsen sisters (I want to strip the twins of the right to that name since Elizabeth so outshines them these days) quality where you have on outfits that cost so much but look like they were salvaged from thrift stores.
But here, at the premiere of THE HUNGER GAMES, you hired yourself the right stylist, someone that Cinna and Portia are probably related to, and they did you up just right, like the girl on fire for the night. Pay them well, hire them over and over. And relax the veneer sneer. I'd surprisingly prefer the duck mouth from you over those chompers that haunt my dreams.
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