Lord knows I love Angie Harmon — I think she is seriously, seriously gorgeous, and I want her voice as my own — and that is what makes this extra tragic.
She looks like a very… contoured… version of Angie Harmon, one who belongs less to a story about spicy marriage than to the “My Feet Hurt” cover story, or perhaps “Save On Gas,” if the answer provided therein is, “Pass yours into your gas tank.” SOMETHING is obviously paining her, and if it’s not outrageous blisters or cramps or her insufficiently supported lumbar region, then perhaps she is psychic, and she knew this was not going to work out as planned. You know, Ang, it’s okay to use the power of prayer to say, “Dear God, please don’t let Good Housekeeping airbrush me into a portrait of suppressed agony.” If He can spend so much time fixing sports events, then He can certainly throw you a bone here.






















EW Pre-SAGs Party: Fugs and Fabs
Also known as, “Hey! Look at all these people who (mostly) didn’t actually go to the SAGs but didn’t mind hitting the open bar at the pre-party.”
[Photos: Getty]
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