I think we should give a medal to whoever came up with this saying. It’s that awesome. Cause anyone can be a mess. He’s a mess. She’s a mess. Your room’s a mess. But a hot mess? Well, that sort of kicks it up a notch, doesn’t it.
And a hot mess conjures up all sorts of delightful imagery. She’s a hot mess. Ooh. A hot mess. Is she sticky? Sexy? Feverish? Melty? Yeah, probably melty. As in: post-meltdown. (Which would explain the myriad of Miley, Lindsay, Britney, and my favorite new addition to the Celebrity-Rich-Girl-Crazy-Pants Club, Amanda Bynes photos that you get when you Google “hot mess.”)
So thank you, whoever you are, who has allowed us to reach new heights of dysfunction while retaining a touch of glamour.