We feel bad for Jon Cryer.
He was having such a good day last Monday—getting his star on the Walk of Fame, for God’s sake—but somehow, inevitably, he ended up looking like a schlub.
Maybe it was the undershirt, one of the most easily avoided sartorial sins in the book. Or maybe it was that his pants are at least two sizes too large. Or maybe, and we’re getting into deep water here, it was the schlubby resignation of it all—the sour feeling that this was as good as he would ever look, and there was no point in even showing his suit to a tailor.
Feel better, Duckie.