I feel like, at the Annual Meeting of the Jessicas, Chastain and I would sit together and roll our eyes whenever Simpson or Biel started talking and then later, over the cronuts, I’d be all, “what are you wearing this time?” and she’d be all, “don’t you like it?” and I’d be like, “eh.” And then, I don’t know, Alba would start harassing Pare about whether or not Megan Draper was going to live through this season of Mad Men and we’d have to go rescue her.
I feel like “eh” kind of covers this:
I love that fabric and I like that cut and overall, I would be in love with this but something about it is just EH. We’ll bring it up at the next meeting, unless you can fix it first. HOLD FORTH.
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Unfug or Fab: Emma Watson
HBO has been re-running all the Harry Potter movies from when they were all pint-size, which is where I re-learned that a) I still hate Movie Moaning Myrtle; b) Kenneth Branagh is more fun to watch when he’s being pompous on purpose; c) Hugh Grant would have been THEORETICALLY funny in that part but they’d have had to make him blonde and if you close your eyes and try to imagine Hugh Grant as a blonde it will probably make mirth explode out your nostrils; d) I love all these freaking kids so freaking much; and, among other things, e) I despite not quite being old enough to be her mother, I have very maternal feelings toward Emma Watson. I could not have been more thrilled when she tweeted, humorously, that she would never in a million years try out for 50 Shades of Gray (I’m paraphrasing), and she’s turned into a lovely young woman who — even with the occasional boob slip — seems to understand the difference between “edgy” and “porny.” Doesn’t always mean I LIKE her picks, but I like the sense behind them.
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