My dirty little secret

After every awards show of any kind, the E channel carries a fashion critique show of what everyone wore. I watch those shows faithfully, guiltily, with a secret pleasure that is hard to explain.  No, that’s not true. The guilty pleasure is not hard to explain. I love watching people wearing things that my mother would have thrown herself in front of a train before letting me out of the house in get praised for being “fashion forward” and “fresh”.  Some of the outfits I understand and might be tempted to wear if I were 100 pounds lighter, 60 years younger and going to a Halloween party. Others, not so much. But mostly I love to watch the shows because they make me feel better about my idea of style…as in, no matter how bad my style sense is, I at least know not to indulge it in public while cameras are rolling.