Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Taylor Armstrong partied it up poolside for her 42nd birthday recently with her new luvah, Colorado lawyer John Bluher. The couple looked like they had a great time -- they laughed, they made out, they showed their ass cheeks. Well, John didn't show his, but Taylor showed hers in her itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny boho-inspired bikini. She also showed, as the Daily Mail inventively called it: "A rare form of cleavage: Underboob."
Those Brits. Always the slag innovators. No, but seriously, we need to talk about Taylor's swimsuit for a minute here.
First things first: The woman looks fantastic. Taylor's toned. And, more importantly, she looks healthy and like she no longer is subsisting on a diet of cinnamon and paprika. But showing your butt off like that when you're a mom? Personally, not my cuppa tea.
By no means do I think once you reach a certain age or have children, you need to stop showing off the gorgeous body you worked hard for. Moms in bikinis? All for it! Moms showing some tasteful cleav? Bring it on! But there's something about a thong swimsuit that just seems ... off. Then again, I've never been a fan of thong bikinis (outside of Brazil) whether you have kids or not. So maybe I'm just prejudiced against the swimsuit in general. Deep thoughts.
Actually, you know what? I think I just realized what's really bugging me about Taylor's look -- more so than the thong. The suede-looking booties, rosary beads, and leather cuff bracelets. Way too much for a day at the pool in my opinion. Then again, I'm sitting inside behind a computer while Taylor's out having fun at the pool, so what do I know?
Happy birthday, Taylor! To you and all your accessories!
Moms in thongs: Thoughts? Rosary beads and booties and leather cuffs at the beach: Discuss.
Image via Taylor Armstrong/Twitter
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