Fug Away

We had hoped Kelly Clarkson's days of ridiculous and unflattering concert wear were long behind her. After all, she is adorable, talented, by all accounts very unaffected by fame and in fact rather delightful, and she seems like she'd be such a fun girl to go grab a beer with and talk about boys and clothes.

She is also -- from the one time I saw her in town, when she walked past me -- is very normal-sized, and that is refreshing in an industry that miscasts "normal" as some kind of brave statement, and rewards the size-0 waifs whose only solids are taken in via the nostril in powder form.

So I cannot for the LIFE of me figure out what sadistic asshead keeps putting our beloved K.Cla in skanky disasters that make her look 20 pounds heavier than her lovely figure actually is:

Here we have a person who's adored by millions of young girls, and for all the right reasons, unlike so many empty, talentless, overtanned disasters. She has not attempted to starve herself into oblivion. She's actually a good role model. And therefore, while I'm happy that she evidently feels confident on-stage in anything her stylist throws at her, I do wish people would actually try and FLATTER HER BODY, please.

She also doesn't seem especially suited to the new edict that only singers who wear cargo pants and/or dress like punk strippers can earn street cred. [Remember how nobody cared about Assica Simpson until she dyed her hair brown and started wearing too many necklaces, baggy pants, and Converse?] I feel like such image makeovers might be required when you're trying to trick people into believing your client can sing, but Kelly actually can. Now, if she wants to be a cargo chick, so be it, but my point remains: Can we please put away the shirts that make her look like a walking pear?