Normally I would rather stick a fork in my eye than hate on Sandra Bullock. The closest I've ever come in recent years has been to wonder aloud what she'd been thinking doing that Forces of Nature mess with Ben Asslick. The Beast was not pleased to have been dragged to that, I'll tell you.
But this...this is just unconscionable. Did you find the closest thing to your bed when you rolled out of it, and then add the one or two accessories you could find in what I hope was your sty of a bedroom? Because if you actually put effort into creating this outfit I don't think we can be friends anymore.
That's right, Sandra. It's over. I'm sorry, but you made this happen, not me. I hope you're proud of yourself.