Prim Reaper: Everyone pipe down ... Debra Messing is silently judging us. Now, if we're reading the actress' sidelong smirk correctly, she's quite pleased with herself -- and most displeased with everyone else. Her reaction is not unexpected, however. After all, who could possibly measure up to the forbidding level of primness and properness she's achieved with her Chanel ensemble? Just look at her. It's like she's daring us to follow her straitlaced lead, even though she knows there's no way we can find a nurse's uniform from World War II or a time machine back to Plymouth Rock on such short notice. You know what, Debra? Go ahead and think you're more demure than we are. See if we care. At least we can take comfort in knowing that there's still blood flowing to our noggin, unlike you and your cinched, little-school-marm-on-the-prairie updo. So there.