That's right, bitches! S-R-I-D-E-V-I... (and slob)
… for an auntie. You know it. I mean, it’s always hard out there for a chick but as the menopause hits and the muffin top becomes an everyday reality rather than a sign of overindulgence, it just gets harder. Indian women, my mother and various other female relatives tell me, have it easier than their western counterparts because their clothes lend themselves to a spot of emergency artful arrangement when the occasion and the belly calls for it.
Couldn’t prove it by the crowd at the Filmfare Awards, though.
If life can be nerve wracking for us ordinary folk, tinsel town must a special sort of hell. Either you’re the frump who married one of the beautiful people or you’re one of the beautiful people who took a punch to the face from Old Man Time while you weren’t looking. Perhaps you are still one of the beautiful people in which case you’re surrounded by glimpses into your future.
Sign me up! NOT.
On Filmfare night, the younger crowd mixed it up by switching between glam and skank while the more mature ladies were mostly a disastrous mix of over-reaching ambition and what the HENGH? There were outfits that half-starved supermodels in their prime couldn’t have pulled off, and outfits that made you wonder if their stylists hated them.
For the full glory, click to enlarge:
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- That’s right, bitches! S-R-I-D-E-V-I… (and slob)
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- Skinny people make the worst shields
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- I Give Up
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- Vidya Balan Calls Dibs
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- I’m a Baby Doll, in a Tinsel World
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- The Husband Shirt
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- Fuck. You.
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- What the HENGH?
[via Sulekha]
