STARS ON THE PICKET LINE: Or How To Work Your Just-Like-A-Normie Fashion!

 

Stars! They're just like us. Except for their multi-million dollar salaries, vast worldwide real estate holdings, and in some cases, side hustles which sell for a billion - as in "b," as in George Clooney's tequila distillery, which sold for one billion smackers to Diageo Lisensing. But whatevs. They're just folks! Even better? They're working their Just Folks Fashion™ on the SAG picket line. Even those on the lower rung, like Jason Sudeikis (pictured above), with a reported net worth of merely 20 million, is doing his part. Jason is sporting a regular dude cap, nothing special shades, a commoner hoodie and a watch that's not his Daytona 18k Yellow Gold Rolex. Not bad, Jason, not bad, But others are doing it far better. 

In fairness, stars are damned if they do, damned if they don't. If they don't walk the picket line, they are out of touch richie-riches. If they do walk the picket line, they're performative richie-riches. But let's assume that some are genuine in their support for their lessers. There's still the issue of their look, or how to appear like themselves, but not red carpet ready, though not so "regular" that it seems like a stretch. Above, Susan Sarandon has nailed the coveted Relaxed Auntie At Thanksgiving Look, complete with mildly ratty hair, an unfussy peasant blouse, a benign pendant necklace from Kay Jewelers, and a patchy, dime-a-dozen Boho purse for extra down to earth authenticity. Perfection, Susan, perfection. You look normie, but like yourself, too. I can believe you'd wear this to a third-party candidate fund raiser.  

On the other hand, Dermot Mulroney is a complete fail. Unimaginative stars - and Dermot's not the only one (see Sudeikis) - have taken to wearing black, or nearly all black, looks, as if they're going to a funeral for a non-star family member they barely knew. This is cheating and woefully uninspired. It's like they didn't have a firm description of their characters in their scripts. Oh, wait. Writers? Something-something I swear I improvise my best lines because i'M a wRiTeR tOo. 

So kudos to Jerry O'Connell, who's mixing things up with a khaki T-shirt, and what appear to be bright pink pants, both of which say, "I may be C-list, but I'm fun on shrooms so everyone still invites me to their parties." And God bless Phoebe Price, the sainted Chicken Cutlets of DListed, who obviously got the memo: dress like you're going to a suburban BBQ in Camden, New Jersey and planning to bust a move on Tony She-Forgot-His-Last-Name but they call him Tony Pepperoni and yes he's married but he's got big hands so why not cowgirl that snot-rod behind the backyard shed on his rusty John Deere lawn tractor after a few rum and Cokes? This is how you strike for your rights. Phoebe wins. Again. 

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