So, here’s the thing. I don’t really advocate reveling in someone else’s struggles. But I think we can all agree that, at least publicly, Jesse James came off so disgusting and douchey in the aftermath of splitting up with Sandra Bullock — especially when he would go out and, like, publicly knock their sex life as part of his tributes to his enduring love and chemistry and perfect harmony with his tattooed replacement vagina Kat Von D — that I seriously do not know how Sandra resisted ordering up a marching band and parading through Austin to dance on the grave of their recently ended relationship. That is taking the high road. Which can’t have been easy.
However: I do wish she had used this big premiere to look so fabulous that it was like a bonus stake through his rude heart. This pantsuit disappoints me. Pants are not always the answer, Sandy.



























@catherinegelera I hate you for that - J

Fug or Fab: Sandra Bullock
Hey there, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, I’m totally not going to see you — I can’t deal with 9/11 movies, because it’s too upsetting for me, even now. I read a book last year, in fact, that was advertised as a “sparkling comedy of manners!” that had a twist ending, of which I was unaware, and it wasn’t until I was like 100 pages in that I realized that I had no idea what year this book was set in, and it was like 200 pages in that I realized everything was happening in Manhattan during the summer of 2001 and I was really, really, really irritated that I had somehow bought a book that ended WITH SEPTEMBER 11TH when I was TOLD I was buying a book that was A SPARKLING COMEDY OF MANNERS. SPARKLING COMEDIES DON’T END IN TERRORISM AND DEATH. IT’S A RULE. Ahem. Anyway. I don’t want to see this movie, but I am grateful that it has been released at the point in the year when no one is leaving the house, because it means we get to talk about Sandy:
She is pretty, her hair is pretty, and I think she’s almost pulling this off, even though it is a SATIN PANTSUIT. Yes, I think the legs are a wee bit too long — like, an eighth of an inch — and SATIN PANTSUIT screams “That Year You Were Obsessed With Tom Ford For Gucci” to me, which makes me feel old, but… I don’t know. Girlfriend is kind of working it. Right?
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