Well Played: Robin Antin

So I've been looking for a cute black minidress for about six years. Okay, six months, but it FEELS like a long time. The perfect one is hard to find. So I'd like to congratulate Pussycat Dolls guru Robin Antin on finding one that works nicely on her. It's short, but she's got great legs and the long sleeves ensure that the skank-factor is low. The boatneck is flattering, the sparkles distract from how much she needs to not wear nude lipstick and her shoes are good.  Sure, her earrings kind of look like two dangling IUDs, but overall the effect is, as I've learned from watching The Pussycat Dolls Present The Pussycat Dolls Search for the New Pussycat Doll, sassy BUT classy.

Okay: you found me out. She looks fine, all right? But that show is seriously totally freaking genius. It's like the funniest thing on television right now and I had to find some excuse to talk about it. Is it empowering women, as McG claims? Well, I seriously doubt that Gloria Steinem is watching it with a bowl of popcorn on her lap, going, "AT LAST. ALL I HAVE WORKED FOR: ACHIEVED!" However, it is possible that Gloria Steinem is watching it with a bowl of popcorn on her lap, on the phone with her friend, saying, "I think I might need to set a season pass for this thing. Don't tell anyone." It is that captivatingly cheesy. With the dancing and the short shorts and Lil' Kim and a hilarious choreographer who scolds girls for eschewing their boob pads, it's kind of like Fame, but with more boas. Every week, it imparts lessons like, "be confident" (AKA: show more cleavage), "be creative" (AKA: surprise us with your cleavage) and "be sexy" (AKA: CLEAVAGE).  And then there is dancing. I love it. And I had to tell the world, okay? Is that so wrong? It's Courtney Peldon's birthday, and if I can't sing the praises of a show that regularly features sequined bra tops, then what CAN I do?

Okay, I can't find a good black mini-dress. Point taken.