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Allison Janney and Octavia Spencer present at the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards.
Allison Janney and Octavia Spencer present at the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards.
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You made it this far and it’s an honor to be nominated, as your Lancome-swiped lips proclaim. Only, that’s an owl pellet of a lie, because it’s no accident that you wound up here. Your entire existence on earth is work. You don’t get to eat normal food. Your kryptonite is not old age nor toxins, but being asked your thoughts on "feminism." Your husband is probably also famous, and from the way this summer has gone, probably also cheating on you. So, why on earth would you push past paparazzi again to get to you car, drive it down to Rachel Zoe’s studio, and put on a black tattered funeral tarp like you’re mourning your own career?

You deserve to dress like Winona Ryder wearing everything she stole from Saks Fifth Avenue! You earned the right to wear a Valentino cape that’s halfway between Edgar Allen Poe and a pope in a Scorsese film! Yes, you’re positively glowing in that navy column dress, but everyone looks great in basic frocks. Resist it. Your body has practically no pitfalls; what normal people have well-defined middle-shoulder muscles?! Show it off, show it all off! You worked your taut ass off for two decades to get here, and there’s no sense in wasting it on a dress a tween will add to a Pinterest board called "Church Formal iNsPiRaTioN!?"

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Hey, listen, I get it. The blunders have been historic, but the response to "who are you wearing?" shouldn’t be Lauren Conrad for Kohls, know what I mean? Joan Rivers is no longer with us. The person judging you up there on E!’s Red Carpet Live is the daughter of a man best known for eating the head of a bat. What’s the worst that could happen, Ryan Seacrest plucking a feather off your Big Bird frock and laughing? The time is nigh!

Your small-screen accomplishments are incredible, but don’t forget — this isn’t the Oscars. You’re here with nobodies. Padma Lakshmi? Your nomination is for a performance of a lifetime, not for eating a thimbleful of quinoa underneath a tent. Million Dollar Listing: New York? Do those people even have an IMDb page? You are a star, god damnit, so shine like one!

Still feeling "comfortable" in that Calvin Klein ballgown? Cool, here’s some news: you know who else gets nominated for Emmys? Advertising firms. Seriously, someone else had to stress and fuss and put on a formal gown to be rejected for their Snickers commercial. You can do better than a candy bar loser, can’t you?

I stress this because classically, Emmy fashion is pretty much a bust. None of the memorable award show outfits — the J. Lo’s, the Lara Flynn Boyle’s, the Bjork’s — came from this production. One of the most famed looks is Claire Danes wearing what must be a beach muumuu from Forever 21 because I refuse to believe this took effort or appointments. In fact, I’m shocked it’s not covered in blood from the atelier seamstress stabbing herself in the finger repeatedly to get through the process of putting together something so unworthwhile.

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All the way to the left on the spectrum of cruddy style is last year’s Emmy’s. Watching the previous red carpets felt like falling asleep, mouth open, into a bowl of Cheerios. I mean, Kristen Wiig, are you having a courthouse wedding? Octavia Spencer, are you here to announce your spokeswomanship for Rent The Runway?

It is truly my personal nightmare Halloween. Katherine Heigl was a space queen. Zooey Deschanel looked like an off-brand dollar store Barbie. What are you, Jessica Lange, the mother of the bride? IT IS MY DAY AND I AM SO UNHAPPY!

Sweatpant-clad couch-watching fury aside, the worst part about snoozy outfits is that this vanilla nonsense takes away from the ones who really take a chance. You’re not just not doing your female counterparts any favors — y’all making the fun ones look insane.

Lena Dunham’s ombre pink poof was a semi-disaster, but by god, I’ll applaud her for going for it, even if I’m bitter I never got to taste its fondant layer. Same with Sarah Paulson, who literally came dressed like a science fair project on the Big Bang, but you guys made her look like she sprinted here from the psych ward. When you, the strongest women in Hollywood, wander in like you got lost on the way to a childhood friend’s wedding, you make the adventurous gowns look even more ridiculous. As Taylor Swift once should not have paraphrased, there is a special place in hell for women who do not help other women — so do your crazy pants-wearing part, mmk?

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And to you smaller stars out there, burning brightly despite the two flicks it takes to scroll through your IMDB profile — perhaps it’s your first nomination and you’re nervous, or you’re simply a small cast member and you don’t want to draw attention. You young, new ladies — fresh to the scene! excited to simply be here! — need to remember: this isn’t prom. Well, it kind of is prom, because your bag is too small, you’re too embarrassed to admit how hungry you are and the hottest guy there will sleep with someone who isn’t you after, but you get what I mean.I’m begging you, esteemed women of the Hollywood elite: have fun with it. Amy Schumer, have you ever not worn a flirty skirt? Julia Louis-Dreyfus, you already beat Edie Falco two years in a row, you can live it up already. Take a chance, goddamnit! You all have incredible talent, phenomenal brains. every resource at your fingertips and, right, so many piles of money. Use all of them.

The horrifically sad truth is you likely won’t be back, so skip the navy strapless gown and make an impression while you still can. Go for that Barney-colored Christian Dior tent dress! Rock that ticker-tape Chanel frock! Operation: Get In With Wintour has commenced, and you want to be in the battalion.

It’s a good career move, too. With some nominated shows debuting on the same website you order Baby Foot on, no one is going to be able to tell you (talented! lovely!) women apart. You know what would help that? A dress inspired by a mermaid. High-end sweatpants jumpsuits. Be creative!

And please, for all of us, Taraji — channel that inner Cookie and turn this one out. We’re counting on you.