I think I just need to accept the fact that I have a total girl crush on Gabrielle Union:
But can you blame me? She’s so preeeeeeettttttty.
Fugger: Gabrielle Union
Oscars Well Played: Gabrielle Union
Fug file: Accessories to the Crime, Well Played, Oscars, purple, Gabrielle Union
New York Fashion Week: Days 2 and 3
I think this lady next to Gabrielle Union is my soul sister.
I mean, I have no idea what she is using her phone for, but I like to think she is actually doing what I was only imagining doing at the time this photo was taken: texting somebody to say, “Sweet holy crap, Gabrielle Union is wearing a jumpsuit that makes her crotch look like a firework.”
However, at this Nicole Miller show on Friday, we did chat with Gabrielle’s seatmate Taraji P. Henson, who turned out to be totally awesome. (We’re sure Gabrielle is, too, but we just think maybe when she lost her feet in this thing she also lost her mind.) We also saw Stephanie Seymour’s son Peter, a.k.a. the one who was photographed quasi-groping her on their beach vacation. Some people argue that his avowed homosexuality makes those pictures acceptable, but I think — especially since he ALSO avowed that they were fully aware of the cameras — that creepy is creepy.
Other tidbits: Julia Stiles debuted new bangs at Cynthia Rowley, and Olivia Munn refused to kow-tow to Kardashian Fever at Charlotte Ronson. We also loved Jason Wu’s and Peter Som’s shows (but didn’t write about them), and abandoned hope of getting into Erin Fetherston’s presentation because of a painful logjam at the elevators. Note to Milk Studios: When you have ONE lift, do not schedule THREE shows at the same time. People will swarm, people will feel claustrophobic, people will flee.
Fug file: NYFug.com, High Fugshion, Gabrielle Union, Taraji P. Henson
Fug the Cover: Gabrielle Union
Okay, I have a confession. You guys already know about my secret, shameful love of The Ghost Whisperer, but that’s merely the tip of an iceberg called Embarrassing Things I Secretly Love, which also includes Flaming Hot Cheetos and the MacGruber skit on Saturday Night Live. This time, I must confess to you that I secretly love the low-rent city-centric magazines you get for free at the airport. Like this one:
(Las Vegas boasts like eleven of said magazines, all of which you can find in your hotel room and all of which also feature an interview with either Rita Rudner, Danny Gans, or Carrot Top.) Anyway, while I generally prefer snagging these sorts of rags while on vacation, I haven’t been to Vegas recently, so this little delight comes courtesy of an eagle-eyed reader who rightly noted that Gabrielle Union — on whom I have a total crush, if you must know. She’s really pretty! — appears to be checking to make sure she shaved her armpits this morning. You know, in a really photogenic way, but still. What is this saying about the fine, fine city of Las Vegas? VEGAS: DON’T FORGET YOUR PITS! Or, VEGAS: DON’T WORRY! WE HAVE LOTS OF VENUS RAZORS IN OUR FINE HOTEL GIFT STORES! Or, VEGAS: HEY, RELAX. WE DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR BODY HAIR. BUT YOUR RIGHT BOOB LOOKS LIKE IT MIGHT BE ABOUT TO POP OUT. THAT’S OKAY, TOO! I guess, when it comes right down to it, all three of those things are true.
Fug file: Fug The Cover, random-ass magazines, stripes, Gabrielle Union
Fuggina King
Gabrielle Union appears to be dressed for some kind of event that takes place outside her own kitchen. Why can’t Regina King do it?
I’m all for comfort, really. But I just feel like, if you’re about to give yourself a spa facial and some sauna time, don’t plan to multi-task by doing it AT the party.
Fug file: Fugs, Regina King, Gabrielle Union
All hail the return of Rapid Beaver, my favorite typo ever: 
Fugs and Fabs: BET Honors
I wish Chaka Khan got invited to EVERYTHING.
[Photos: Getty]
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