Let me set the scene. It’s a Monday night in Hollywood and I’m at the One Battle After Another movie premiere at the infamous Chinese Theater — you know, the one where Marilyn Monroe left her handprints and countless tourists left their dignity. Obviously, I had to show up looking like I was starring in my own Lifetime movie: sexy short dress that could double as a washcloth, Jimmy Choo shoes that screamed “I still have credit left,” and hair so perfectly coiffed it deserved its own IMDb page.

Let me set the scene. It’s a Monday night in Hollywood and I’m at the One Battle After Another movie premiere at the infamous Chinese Theater — you know, the one where Marilyn Monroe left her handprints and countless tourists left their dignity. Obviously, I had to show up looking like I was starring in my own Lifetime movie: sexy short dress that could double as a washcloth, Jimmy Choo shoes that screamed “I still have credit left,” and hair so perfectly coiffed it deserved its own IMDb page.