The full red carpet catastrophe

I LOVE a great frock-up, and in Victoria it doesn't get any bigger than the Brownlow Medal.  

I LOVE a great frock-up, and in Victoria it doesn't get any bigger than the Brownlow Medal.

But I love it most when the girls get it wrong, not when they get it right.

Let's face it, there's something vaguely disappointing with gals who turn up year after year in perfect, beautiful gowns, with their naughty bits safely out of sight.

Carla McGuire, Symone Demetriou and Lauren Phillips, this means you.

There's nothing better than red-carpet frock horrors to make the rest of us sitting at home in our tracky dacks feel good about ourselves.

Yes, these gals might have famous husbands, bodies built for sin and borrowed designer threads, but it doesn't mean they actually know how to dress. And thanks to our friends at heraldsun.com.au, we've got long memories.

How could we forget the 2001 glitter g-string gaffe from the soon-to-be Tania Buckley?

And what about the red scarf and brooch parading as a dress worn by uber-WAG Rebecca Twigley in 2004? Sure, she looked amaaaaazing. But wasn't there something gauche about so much skin and so little material?

And let's not forget Rachel McLeod's appearance with her husband Andrew's number 23 on her back in sequins. And just about anything worn by Brent Harvey's partner, Shayne McClintock (sorry, hon).

And for every big-name disaster, there's a gaggle of gals falling just as fabulously out of the limelight thanks to the overuse of Hollywood tape, GHD hair stylers, and an over-ambitious designer.

Think busty netballer types pouring themselves into strapless taffeta frocks generally reserved for slutty bridesmaids or competitive ice-skaters. And we just love it.

So WAGs, when next Monday night rolls around, think of your public and remember that it's better to be sorry than safe.