Poor Clare Bowen has been given the sad fate of playing Scarlett O’Connor on Nashville — the pout-ridden, googly-eyed mess of whine, with soggy ramen hair and the ability to ruin any conversation with her awkward slur. Still, even with all that, all I can focus is why the lost soul with a constant furrowed brow only wears essentially one, annoying outfit.
It’s lacey, it’s flowy, it’s dainty, and it’s pretty much always white. It doesn’t make her the prudish, virgin-like child we are expected to buy into (right? Is that the reason?) — it does the opposite. We hate her. I hate her. If only for the costume choice forced upon the actress. It may not be nice, but the amount of white, off-white, eggshell, and ivory we are forced to look at during any given episode is also not nice. It is not nice at all.
The time she looked sad in a white holey top, slight pout
The time she played house in a white showcurtain dress, no pout
The time she thought we wouldn’t notice she wasn’t wearing white lace because it was a skirt, half pout
The time she made us nervous in a white leafy lace top, TEETH
The time she held books in a white grandma sweater over a white grandma dress, scared pout
The time she scrunched her face like this in a white doily top, major pout
The time she skipped down the stairs in a white stupid pajama dress, half pout
The time she added a touch of green to her white lace dinner top, 3/4 pout
The time she wore a white cowboy hat with a white dress and pondered silently, half pout
The time she tilted her head to the right in a white tank dress, half-pout
The time she wore white Victorian-era nonsensical lingerie, full pout
And the one time she got drunk and wore black lace
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