Before you read any further, please go look at these pictures of Carrie Underwood at the Grammy Awards. Go on. I'll wait. You can read it and vote too, I sure as heck did. (In case you're interested, my voting went something like this- YUCK, ok, WHAT? PEA SOUP and TOTALLY GUILTY!)
Now, why the hell is she dressing like some random cross between Shirley Temple, Xena Princess Warrior, and a 1970s Vegas lounge singer? She is WAY TOO YOUNG and WAY TOO CUTE to be messing with this stuff. Especially her outfit that includes a harness and hot pants. Which really was a relief because when her performance came on Sunday night I glanced up from painting my toenails and did a triple take thinking, "Surely this child has some pants on? That CAN'T be just a dress? Is it? Are those people on the floor getting an eyeful or WHAT?" Under the lights that dress just looks like some sheer skirt with a harness and you really can't see what is going on. And all I was thinking was "Please let the Fug Girls get to that SOON!"
Carrie, you're allowed to hire a stylist who will do you justice. You really can sing, you don't need some distracting outfits like Katy Perry to hide the fact that you can't. Because you CAN.