Bow Tie o’ the Day knows what you’re thinking: That outfit is not a traditional Oscar gown. No, but it is sequin-covered and glitzy. And there are some bigly plus’s to choosing this get-up. First, it probably has a relatively low price tag compared to the cost of a fancy gown, cuz a mini-dress does not require as much material. And sequins are cheap. Second, and most importantly to me, the designer of this dress clearly meant for it to be worn bra-less. And you know darn well I am all about going sans bra whenever possible.
But in the final analysis, I must admit I cannot choose to wear this outfit to the Academy Awards. Why? Not only is the dress nothing like my style, I was also raised right. Heck, I was even reared correctly. My beloved mother is still alive, and she doesn’t need to see me bare-chested, bra-less and skanky on the Red Carpet—even though she feels the same way I do about the wearin’ o’ bras. According to Mom, she has never been chagrinned by my flamboyant, clashy fashion choices; and I certainly do not intend to wear this glam dress now and start embarrassing her at this point in her lengthy life. She’s heading for 90 this year, and I vow that my fashion behavior is not going to be a speed bump for her and her walker.
