Last night I was toying with the idea of writing a post about how much I loathe the show Girls, and how much I don’t want to watch the premiere of Season 3, and how I don’t understand why everyone thinks Lena Dunham is God’s gift because I think the way she is portraying women in my generation is the most acutely inaccurate thing I’ve ever seen. But alas I decided not to for fear Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra would be surrounded by tumbleweeds and crickets by the time people got done reading it, and or an angry mob of 20-something women would be at my front door ready to burn me at the stake.

So instead, let’s talk about the Golden Globes, shall we? Pay no attention to my negative thoughts on Girls and how I can’t relate to a single character because I’m not a hipster, nor a broke writer miraculously still affording to live in Brooklyn, or an annoying girl living on mommy and daddy’s funds who wears too much pink, or a cry baby beauty whose catch phrase should be “why do all the bad things happen to me :::folds arms and scowls:::” because she can’t land a dream curating job in NYC. Umm hello? But no. Golden Globes is what we are here to discuss, kids.

I wanted to play a game called, opinions in five words or less (contractions don’t count clearly), because drawn out critiques of gowns make me yawn. So here it is … and share who your fave was!

Zooey Deschanel, Oscar de la Renta: Vintage-inspired? Hmm. Innovative. Not.

Elisabeth Moss, J.Mendel: Bad ass perfection.

Lupita Nyong’o, Ralph Lauren: Swoon-worthy. I want a cape.

Sandra Bullock, Prabal Gurung: Color blocking. Yawn.

Amy Adams, Marchesa: Everyday she’s American Hustlin’.

Robin Wright, Reem Acra: My woman crush.

Kerry Washington, Balenciaga: Preggo gladiator perfection. It’s handled.

Emma Watson, Dior: YES, YES, YES! PANTS!

Sofia Vergara, Zac Posen: Great dress. Wrong necklace.

Jennifer Lawrence, Dior: No. And get extensions.

Of course I saved the best for last!

Cate Blanchett, Armani Prive: Best. Dressed.