Before we get down to business here in our weekly battle between the blondes and brunettes I have a few general points I need to discuss. First of all, as the resident fashion expert at spunkybean, I would be doing you all a disservice to not ask who in God’s name is outfitting these girls? Whoever it is is turning some southern belles into ladies of the night, I tell ya. I have questioned this for a while, but it wasn’t until this season that I absolutely decided these girls were not dressing themselves; they must have a stylist. Correction, a terrible stylist. And judging by the super tight club dresses all I can assume is this stylist came from Vegas. There is nothing else that could explain why a girl next door like Kasie B. or a local family dental hygienist would continue to emerge for cocktail parties in sequins and lame. I say let the girls wear their own clothes… they certainly couldn’t do much worse….