QotD

Let us tell you something, Diane Neal. There is a line that you do not cross. And that line is sequins. But if you’ve crossed that line, don’t add velour to that. And if you’ve crossed that line, too, don’t wear a belt. Don’t wear you Casey leather jacket on top of it all, Diane Neal. And in the name of all that’s holy, don’t add a turtleneck to the mess.

Nothing justifies this outfit. Nothing. Diane Neal could have been sobbing, exhausted, possessed by a ghost and on crack when she picked this out, and I would still hold her responsible. What is going on here? What is it? It looks like a French poetry reading went terribly awry, as if a Disco party fell from the sky and melted into it. And the one question that pops into our mind, oddly, is… “The HELL?!” Where to start? By looking AWAY, people. The bag— the ring—my GOD, the sequins—it all screams Samantha Fox meets bag lady of the campus- “Touch me, touch me, but don’t touch my thrift shop goodies!” And she’s standing there, hand on hipbone, as if saying, “Oh god- darn it! I missed that memo that said that it’s no longer okay to wear reflecting clothes.” If we can see ourselves in your attire, Diane Neal, then it is a NO NO! Seriously, when you stand around in your outfit on a hot day and suddenly the earth diagonally to you catches on fire- then you’re doing something wrong. And unless you intend to hang from the ceiling in a retro club- GO HOME AND CHANGE!

Taken from the livejournal SVU community, a snippet of a quite hilarious post by "dancing_crazy"