The Fug And The Restless

I think everyone has one favorite outfit that they love so much, no one around them has the heart to say, "You know... actually, no." And the reason I believe this to be true is that it's the only explanation I can fathom for why anyone who loves soap actress Tonya Lee Williams allowed her to leave the house in the following:

[Photo courtesy of Daily Celeb.]

Wearing a black slip under white fabric is a fairly troublesome misstep, but in a more generally problematic sense, the dress is a hideous accident of cotton. It looks like Laura Ingalls Wilder's underclothes. And yet no one said anything -- not even a casual, "Hey, Tonya, Bloomie's is having a sale on flesh-toned lingerie," or, "Tonya, it's not Halloween -- save the J.C. Penney's Whites Sale costume for October," or even, "Oh, Tonya, it's so nice to see you, give me a big hu... OOPS! Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I was so focused on not spilling my red wine that I didn't see that chair there... No, your dress! Is it ruined? I hope it's not ruined! Gosh, I'll feel so awful if it's ruined here's another dress I happened to have handy that's in your size that I just bought coincidentally please for the love of God go put it on right this second."

Even the guy with her is kind of like, "Yeah, she's wearing a melting wedding cake on her head, but I love her and she seems happy, so... please just take the picture so I can go inside and blind myself with rum."

Added 10:28: I don't know how you guys do it. We didn't recognize him without a) the dreads, b) the spandex, and c) the chest-bumping with the dead one, but rumor has it that the above arm candy of Tonya Lee Williams is The Boy Who Lived. You know, Milli. Or Vanilli. I don't know. I do know that it's damning if you're out with a guy who wore bike shorts for a living and even he is kind of like, "Damn, girl... I'm just gonna smile and look the other way."