In the toilet: American Idol week 4 fashion recap

For the past seven seasons of American Idol, Paula's go-to comment regarding a contestant's performance has been:

"You look lovely tonight."

This season Ms. Abdul isn't offering her usual outfit compliments. Is it because she's trying not to be scooted out by the new (and improved) judge Kara DioGuardi? No. It's because of this:

Megan -- how many necklaces are you wearing? And I'm confused about the mechanics of a bustier tucked into skinny jeans. Is it a bustier/bodysuit? Where do you buy such a thing?

Then there was Scott. His hair reminded me of every Mormon video from the 80s and 90s (including Saturday's Warrior). THIS WAS THE HAIR:

Then Eddie Munster made a guest appearance:

If the above style monstrosities aren't reason enough to FIRE THE STYLISTS, look what they did to Lil Rounds. On what planet is this dress flattering? And why did the camera crew insist on so many bootie shots? Poor girl. As Simon often says, "She's going to regret that in the play back." (P.S. Why is she always wearing a wig?!)

Let's pause for one second to recognize the best-dressed person of the night. Of course it was Kara. From the hair to the makeup to the plunging LBD, fierce earrings and covetable cocktail ring, I'm guessing she picked this herself:
The hair was even great from the back:
Randy wore his pajama top with Sally Jesse's glasses and a satellite strapped to his wrist (oh, and last week's home-grown jewelry):

Then there was Paula. Oh Paula.
When I was 8 I had my own beaded jewelry business. I ran the operation out of my front yard and employed (read: utilized free slave labor) my friends. My little 8-year-old self could not imagine the day I'd see my homegrown creations on the neck of someone famous. She even wore the matching earrings? I never would have thought of that combo (too much in my book). But wow.

My 8-year-old self would also be perplexed that a grown woman wrapped herself in a puffy pink down comforter for an appearance on national television. But, even my 8-year-old self would have noticed that her two little monkeys are about to jump out of bed!

Also, the gold glitter shadow and bubblegum pink lip gloss = my 8-year-old self's idea of heaven.

Finally, we come to the low point of the evening. And the most compelling argument for FIRING THE STYLISTS:
The worst hairdo in the show's history. Maybe the worst hairdo of all time. The full-body shot gets worse:
Even the judges were stunned by her terrible outfit. They kept asking, "What did you sing again?"

Stay tuned for next week's "In the Toilet" American Idol "fashion" series.

(Click here to catch up on last week).

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