Katharine McPhug

We've had this photo of Katharine McPhee kicking around for a while, unable to quite put our fingers on what about this shirt isn't working. Because the theory of the cutouts around her neck is sort of cute; the buttons pulling apart, less so, and that idiotic chain is just plain fugly. But still, it's not an overt disaster.

But then, suddenly, I hit on why the experience as a whole is unsettling to me.

Focus on the shirt for a while (for some of you, I know this will not be an unappealing challenge). Just look at it. Stare, and let it stare back at you. Because, you know what? I think it is staring back at you. Doesn't it appear to be... grinning? Maniacally? Flashing its blinged-out grill while it secretly plots your grisly demise? So she's standing in front of the cameras doing her innocent McPhotogenic thing, and meanwhile, McMephistopheles down there trying to seduce you into forking over your soul for $10 and a Diet Coke.

And, now that the image is in your head, I bet you'll be hard-pressed to look at the photo without wishing you could wipe the smirk off her shirt's devilish face. That's where I am, and that's why this shirt is now dead to me.