Fug Or Fab The Cover: Gwyneth Paltrow

This is the day of the week where I admit something embarrassing, and today, it’s that I am that person in America who loves Gwyneth. I know, I know: She’s got a rep for being snotty and snobby and icy and whatnot, but I can not help it. I love her. Even when her head is apparently floating a full foot in front of her neck:

I know. She has a floating head, and I suspect she’s able to “simplify everything,” as she says on the cover, because….oh, I don’t know….maybe because SHE’S LOADED? Money can’t buy everything,  but it CAN pay for someone to water your lawn and buy your Mini Wheats and fold your underpants and I bet we’d all be able to more easily juggle our families and our jobs if we didn’t have to run to the laundromat and the corner store all the damn time.  Ergo, I can understand why some people out there in the wide world might read this and kind of want to kick old GP in the shins. But I can’t help it.  I just look at her and WANT TO BUY THE MAGAZINE. I don’t even know WHY.  It’s like that weird thing I have with Lohan, except for how Paltrow is like THE EXACT opposite of Lohan. On the other hand, I do wish there was an article in here explaining how I, too, can have that floating head.