Fugtasha Fugstridge

In some ways, Natasha Henstridge is to be commended -- after all, in a world where celebs eschew the benefits of underwire, she is at least wearing a bra.

Unfortunately for her, it's showing.

And doubly troubling for her, she actually may not have needed it, given that the bodice of her sheath is modeled eerily accurately after an 18-Hour Bra. In fact, I almost expect to see this image as part of a Playtex commercial in which she: wakes up in the morning and has a hilarious accident with her coffee maker; breaks a high heel walking into her office; debates issues in a very important meeting with her agents that includes, randomly, a lot of Power Point slides and some very intellectual-looking glasses; runs down the sidewalk to meet a bland-looking man in a suit for lunch and giving him a kiss under an umbrella while they laugh and laugh and laugh and LAUGH;  shooting something very dramatic on a set, until the director calls cut and there is more laughter and merriment; then changing into a dress that evokes nothing so much as a very expensive, unflattering, wrinkly cocoon and attending a very important Gala Dinner at which she is either speaking or accepting some kind of award. All while a soothing lady voice-over basically tells us that her very busy breasts have remained gallantly supported throughout.

Maybe if her pilot Eli Stone doesn't work out, she should give the exciting world of bra-peddling a whirl.