Leslie Jones is about to become the next Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Kristen Wiig. Big footsteps to follow in, but if you're seeing what I'm seeing on SNL every week, you know she's got the kahunas, comedic precocity and star power to do it. She and Kate McKinnon are the leading ladies of SNL. I should rephrase for accuracy. They are the leading comics of SNL. Gender has no place as a clause in that statement. 

From the time they got the go ahead, the female-driven remake of Ghostbusters was without a doubt meant to be capriciously subversive. The significance of the chosen cast members was the first "wink wink nudge nudge". Did you catch it? The leads in the original were plucked from SNL at their prime, and the success of the Reitman cult classic catapulted them into mainstream popularity. One could argue (as I do), that since the mid 80's, SNL has largely been carried by its cast of incredibly talented women. Even though the show's opening credits seem to play out like a revolving door each season, the one constant is that with every new crop of talent, there's a diamond in the rough...and it's usually a woman.

Jones was not expected to be a shining star in front of the camera. She, along with Tina Fey before her, was hired as a writer for SNL, not a leading cast member. But funny is funny is funny is funny. Just as Tina made her mark on The Weekend Update, Leslie's breakthrough was her bit as a larger than life, loud, strong, empowered female on the dating scene. She held absolutely nothing back, and now she's a feature player.

Jones has the trajectory of Fey, Poehler and Wiig. She's next. No question. So, tell me why she couldn't find a soul to design her a dress for the premiere? Listen, I could understand if she was taking her first role in an indie Bulgarian-Malaysian joint production, premiering at a film festival in Owasso, Oklahoma. But she is an equal co-leading role in an ensemble cast, and the face of one of the most anticipated movies of the summer. 

I think we all know why. It doesn't have to be spelled out or kicked around the gossip bin. Any way you decide to slice it, it's disgusting, and I don't want to talk about it. But what I love, love, love about this story, is that it's being told by Jones herself unapologetically and without fear of consequence or embarrassment—forcing people to take notice, because everyday we seem to be reminded that the internet is a powerful thing. 

Low and behold, the discussion bore action. One tweet was all it took. Guess who showed up looking like an absolute bombshell at the next premiere? Miss Jones. She was wearing a Christian Siriano original and it was a knock out. Look up the dress. Do you notice any similarities? Christian Siriano may have designed with a sense of hubris and a dash of repartee because it looks a helluva lot like the red dress steeped in film-lore from Pretty Woman. Siriano, you saucy minx you. 

He didn't just design Leslie a dress. He joined forces with her to talk about what people in this town don't find comfortable to talk about. His battle cry was heard 'round tinsel town in the same form as Leslie's—by tweet:

“It shouldn’t be exceptional to work with brilliant people just because they’re not sample size. Congrats aren’t in order, a change is.”