Don't tell Sarah Palin, but over at Forever 21 it's apparently hunting season.
Gold lamé, electric blue and ruched cheetah v-neck dresses? Either the designers at Forever 21 are creating garments solely for petite drag queens or they're anticipating a worldwide community revival of Cats.
Somehow, they've failed to notice that the average woman with all her ribs intact who is in possession of what we normal ladies like to "junk in the trunk" is going to look decidedly lopsided and sausage-like it these skin-tight frocks.
And why is it still considered even remotely fashionable to essentially simulate wearing the skin and fur of an endangered species? What hip cavewoman is wearing this stuff? It's beyond retro, it's downright stone aged.
When you're out at the club wearing these animal printed polyester horrors you're less likely to resemble a slinky, sensual jungle beast and more likely to invoke images of paunchy house cats.
Don't be surprised if strangers start jingling their keys in your face or old ladies try to lure you into their homes with bits of tuna.
Forever 21, WTF?