I have a co-worker who's seriously a real-life version of She's All That's Laney Boggs, as in secretly beautiful but wears glasses, flannel, and a braid, thus rendering her HIDEOUS. I spend most meetings staring at her and thinking about making her over. It's sort of sick. Unfortunately she also sucks, but that's suggesting that I care at all about her personality, which I don't. "Uh, Rachel," you might say, "are you really qualified to give fashion advice to anyone? Didn't you once wear a denim button-down every day and pretend that you had two of them to excuse the fact that you never changed your shirt?" One, I think you forgot about my diploma from the School of Watching A Lot Of What Not To Wear, Just Not Taking Any Of It To Heart. And two, I rocked that shirt. I mean ... shirts.