So, Miss Movie Star, you’ve spent weeks consulting with designers about just what frock to wear on the red carpet for The Oscars.

I’m guessing you thought long and hard about the coiffure that would best complement such an ensemble. Maybe your stylist worked long and hard to borrow you the blingiest of bling from a jeweler of note. Then you spent the afternoon being buffed and polished like a fine gemstone by some powder-puff-waving makeup artist.

You step out of your chauffeur-driven limousine to a pop of flashbulbs at The Academy Awards, and then-OH MY GOSH-you ruin it all. That special aura you gave such care aforethought gets wiped out when you starting smacking gum! GUM!

All that planning, all that styling. Erased when the beautiful star starts chomping like a cow. When Dior gets hit over the head by Wrigley, Wrigley creates the lasting image every time.

What were they thinking? I’m thinking Altoids, Tic Tac or Listerine might have sufficed, and the outfit might have won its own award.