Family Fugs

Oh, Justine Bateman. I loved you on Family Ties, and was therefore pleased to see you getting steady work on Men in Trees (which, on my personal Guilty Pleasure Scale, falls somewhere right between Ghost Whisperer and Brothers and Sisters). And while I am thrilled to see your career rejuvenated, I am less thrilled by this little number:

It seems to be made of the curtains which used to hang in my grandma's cabin in Big Bear (which exists only in my imagination, actually, but if my grandma HAD had a cabin in Big Bear, she would have LOVED these curtains because they would have totally matched her lampshades that looked like tiny square-dancing ensembles, which I thought were totally the coolest when I was like seven and which I kind of wish I had now), and is therefore sort of hinky for an evening at which you know you'll be photographed. On the other hand, I do see that Baja Fresh sign in the background.  And this dress is perfect for an evening of Baja Chicken Burritos and chips and salsa. So, Justine, my old televisual buddy, if you were actually just meaning to dash in for some takeout and accidentally found yourself in the glare of the photographers' flashes, then girl, I totally feel you. No one wants to be snapped on a burrito run. Not even Mallory Keaton.