I'm not sure what sucks the most: the frizzy hair, "flesh" colored tights, oversized glasses or the fact that her pantyliner is showing. I do know that she more than makes up for all of it with oodles of panache (and the jazz hands don't hurt, either).
That is all I have today. A visible pantyliner and a husband who right this very minute is complaining on the couch that his back hurts, he didn't sleep, he feels funny and why didn't I get any 2% milk? Sometimes that is all anyone ever has, really. Jazz hands.