I imagine winning a Golden Globe is sorta like getting that piece of mail from Publisher’s Clearing House proclaiming, “You’ve won a million dollars!” You get excited for a split second before realizing that the letter in your hand was a piece of garbage.  But then there’s Christina Hendricks… and her cleavage.  The real winner of the night.

Jesus Christ!  If her stylist had put her in a red dress we’d all subconsciously be putting Who Framed Roger Rabbit to the top of our Netflix queues.  Thanks to Joan Halloway, the new measure of cleavage is whether it looks like the woman is hiding Verne Troyer in her dress.