Since my brain is toast from my Super Tuesday part deaux watching, let’s all focus on something shallow.

Is my Florissant, Mo. homegirl turned golddigger, turned fierce sceintologist (seriously, I just don’t see her dedicating herself to this unless it involves Balenciaga and Prada), too much for her outfit? I mean, you can’t really see all of it because she’s all hugged up on Djamon Honsu, but it looks like she’s wearing a slip with a super tight strap holding the top up.

Eh, she’s like more than 6 feet tall. I’ll let her have her fun. Party on, not-black-black-person!