If Only I Was Bicurious

I love Blake Lively.

In Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, she was a woefully neglected teen with a dead mother and a devoid father--but she still rocked my socks running down the beach in less clothes than I wear in my doctor's exam room. Beautiful! In Acceptance, she gave the finger to her frat-boy douchebag boyfriend in favor of the dorky, smart guy who founded S.H.I.T. (South Harmon Institute of Technology) Yay for her!

She's the next big thing, you mark my words.

And if my telepathy classes are working, that dress is currently in my closet.