Please, somebody nominate the Go Fug Yourself girls for a Nobel. The submission of a slim paragraph for consideration would easily win them the prize. Here’s Heather’s tersely hilarious deconstruction of Bobby Trendy’s ensemble at last night’s American Idol finale:

If Charo ever needs a footman for a horse-drawn carriage, this is what the uniform would look like. And if America were ever invited into the Eurovision Song Contest on some sort of honorary visa – like, say, if Luxembourg were to just give up and admit it kind of needs to mow the lawn that night anyway, deferring its spot to us – I would send over Bobby Trendy. It doesn’t even matter if he can sing. Between the tulle and the stripper boots and the choker and the little bow befitting only the most spoiled poodle at the dog show, he would be COMPLETELY underdressed, and half the acts would look over at him and snort, “Oh, please, who invited Laura Ingalls Wilder?”