Fug Madness: The Play-In Game

COURTNEY PELDON vs. BROWN PELDON

The Sisters Peldon (one of whom, as you'll see below, may not be a natural Brown after all) are pitted against each other in a quest to determine which more hopeless dresser wins the coveted No. 16 seed in the Cher bracket, and the ensuing right to mount a charge against No. 1 Lindsay Lohan and her relentless pursuit of more leggings. This is a clash between ladies after whom, as a unit, we named an entire chapter devoted to sibling fuggery in our book The Fug Awards because of their tendency to wear things like this to a charity event.

As far as we know the charity was not actually The International Society Of Out-Of-Work Wrestling Divas and Former American Gladiators.

Courtney, she of the purple sequined bra top up there, is the oft-overtanned and therefore crazy-faced sister we found first. She popped up at all manner of premieres and parties seemingly without any relevance, occasionally without pants, sometimes with awesomely chosen company, and generally in something frightening to behold. There were whispers of an engagement to Crispin Glover, then the disappearance of any kind of proof. And what is THIS?

Or this?

Little Bo Peep may have lost her sheep, but she appears to have found a few other things to play with instead. Initially, we were frightened by these antics, but quickly realized we'd be bereft without them. Oh, sweet Peldon: Original Flavor, to spend a day in your closet would be like skipping through Willy Wonka's candy paradise -- one unbelievable, credulity-defying sight after another, followed by the faintest concern someone had snuck us some acid.

Then Brown -- the Peldon formerly known as "Ashley" -- arrived on the scene. There was this, and her deep affection for this skirt, plus a shirt we never quite understood, a wicked dalliance with leggings, and of course those rumors that she was working on a rap album. Indeed, Brown is something of an entrepreneur, at one point starting her own perfume company online because people told her she smelled good on the set (what set, we couldn't tell you), and making almost every scent out of ingredients you would use to make dessert. She's also started lightening up (again, apparently), presumably preferring to be identified by her given moniker rather than one we gave her based on her hair color. We can't imagine why. It's like if Alicia Keys blew up her piano and took up the clarinet, or if the  Jolly Green Giant turned yellow and got really cranky. Don't mess with your trademark, folks. Don't mess with what we know.

These are just scratching the surface. The only reason the Peldons aren't seeded higher is that they've dropped out of the Hollywood rotation lately, and aren't as adorably wacky when they do appear. But we respect the levels of lunacy they've achieved in years past, so we chose to have them face off here in a nod to a bygone era that's in serious need of a sequel.

Give 'em a Google if you like, brush up on their fashion history -- remember, it's not about the specific outfits pictured above, but rather their body of work, strength of schedule, and likelihood to choke under pressure (which could be an asset or a hindrance, we suppose) -- and then answer the pressing question of the day: Which Peldon should win this sibling fug battle and advance to some hot Round One action against a girl who's had both their hair colors and then some?

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