Despite the fact that her apparent Marilyn Monroe fetish is becoming a little bit unsettling, Christina Aguilera for once managed to pull herself together for the Fug Carpet:
Not too shabby, eh? The shoes are pretty cute. The dress is lacking in atrocity. The hair... well, this is a girl who went with a Dee Snyder look for a while, so I'll happily take the overly precious ringlets.
But then, Christina saw fit to change her ensemble for the actual telecast, and in doing so put the Fug back in Fuguilera. Here she is on-stage:
I know they went for an era-specific costume, but... From the neck up, she's at a funeral. Her torso and upper abdomen are onstage in Las Vegas. And either Montecore mauled her there and ate off her skirt, or her thighs are at Crunch Gym in LA.
Are those fluorescent bike shorts, or are they hot-orange knee-length hose? What is going on here? Even Nelly is staring at her like, "Bitch, your lipstick doesn't match your panty-shorts."
She ditched those for the after-party, for better or for worse:
What is up with people thinking that putting forty too many necklaces around one's neck is a fantastic, chic, MTV look? And what is she doing wearing crimson shoes with a green-and-black piece of lingerie?
Those necklaces are poised to throttle her. And so, despite her best efforts, Christina can't claw herself out of the Fug Pit for good. She's like Ziggy: Will she ever win?
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