Emma Roberts

Since Miley Cyrus is going around lately looking like a 1990s hooker, it took me a minute to realize this wasn't Miley in her usual grocery store-going outfit. This is Julia Roberts' niece and Eric Roberts' daughter Emma Roberts going to a Halloween party with her dude Evan Roberts from American Horror Story (Note: His last name is Peters, but I felt like I really needed to make you overdose on Roberts by typing the last name Roberts one more time. Roberts.) Because Emma Roberts really wanted young bitches to come to her all night and say, "OHMYGAWD, you're dressed like your auntie in that old movie that plays on AMC. How cute!", she dressed up like her auntie in Pretty Woman.

Julia Roberts never looked like a real-life pussy peddler to me and neither does Emma Roberts, so she pulled off the faux hooker look. But it's Evan Peters I'm throwing hate at. Dude didn't even dress up. Don't try to tell me that he's wearing a costume, because I refuse to believe he is. That's how he normally dresses, because that's how everyone in L.A. normally dresses. Evan missed out on a huge opportunity. Evan could've thrown a severe white wig on his head, put icy blue contacts in his eyes, bought a black ruffled hair bow from a store that specializes in hair accessories from the early 90s for bitchy toddlers and gone as the most pivotal character in Pretty Woman. Evan could've been the Snobby Saleswoman #2 to Emma Roberts' Vivian. BIG MISTAKE! HUGE!

No post about Pretty Woman is complete without the original GOOP, Marie. Mitt Romney should've picked Marie as his running mate, because nobody hates on the poor like she does.

Everybody who was at Coachella's second weekend now knows what it feels like to live in George Hamilton's charbroiled shell, because the heat nearly burned everyone's skin off and their nipple knobs split like a hot dog cooking in the microwave. And when the temperatures go up, the fuckery comes out to play. Case in point: Here's Eric Roberts' daughter, Emma Roberts, looking like a Natty-drinking, Nascar fan-humping, freon-huffing Panama Beach City beauty circa 1988. Bitch Vanessa Hudgens'ed out!

If you're thinking that Emma really broke the style mold with her "tube top lost in a fight against a shredder" shirt and her fly wide open coochie cutters, then prepare yourself for the white mesh exquisiteness she brought during day 2 of Coachella. Julia Roberts, please have a seat, grab a note pad and let your niece show you how a style icon truly brings it. If you don't like you should be dancing on the bed of a pick-up truck to Pour Some Sugar On Me, then you're doing it wrong.

And I threw in some pictures of Kristen Stewart and RPattz, because they were a shredder fight away from being as lot lizard glamorous as Emma Roberts.

Doesn't it just put a shit on your day when a dude in a crocodile mask steals your shine? Although, the hot piece with the third-degree Heidi Fleiss face (see thumbnail #5) is giving Croc Dude some serious competition.