Scientology Makes You Dress Funny, Case In Point: Katie Holmes
I don't know what kind of magic kool-aid they've been giving Katie Holmes since being hooked up to the e-meter cans, but homegirl is looking BEAT-DOWN.
Katie's metamorphosis from "hot girl next door" to "creepy Stepford-wife" is doing little to assuage the public's concern that the Church of Scientology isn't a mind-controlling, money-swindling alien-inspired cult. In fact, this transformation has pretty much cemented (in my mind anyway) that those inside the "church" are completely clueless to changes around them and are stuck in some kind of time-warp space machine designed by founder and bad sci-fi writer himself, L. Ron Hubbard.
Let's put it this way, the only thing worth resurrecting from the 80's is the music, NOT the fashion. (I bet if you look close, you will see some rolled jean action.)
Katie, may I suggest you get Graham Berry's number on speed dial, pack light (leave those Guess jeans behind, PUHLEEEZE) grab little Suri and RUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN, as fast as you can before Tom Cruise and the crazies suck every ounce of hot you once had right out of you.
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