I would be so mad if I was the little girl that had to hold up Pamela Anderson’s dress while she walked the red carpet at the Hollywood Style Awards. First of all, I’m a boy so stop calling me a little girl. Second of all, that’s degrading. I might as well crawl around on the floor with a ball gag in my mouth giving muffled “neighs” while Pamela Anderson sits on top and whips me. Third of all, I’m surprised she didn’t faint from the smell. I’d rather someone punch me in the throat than do that.