When you have to pass through the kitchen of a restaurant to leave through the backdoor because you want to outwit the paparazzi, and dough that the pizza chef was twirling in the air lands on your head, do what Jane Fonda did outside of Dan Tana’s in West Hollywood last night. Go with it and work that pizza dough beret like a world-renowned designer (think Christina Applegate in Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead) created it just for you. Who cares if your pooch throws a look at the camera like, “Can you believe I have to be seen with her while she’s wearing that shit on her head?”
It’s not delivery. It’s not DiGiorno. It’s fashion, bitch!