Fuggy-Kate Olsen

Oh, Frankie. That’s good advice. And I’d like to relax — really, I would — but, see, I live in L.A. also, and it’s making me tense knowing that a pack of rabid chihuahuas is running around trying to tailor people’s pants with their fangs. Mary-Kate-or-Ashley (with the latter’s new hair color, who can say without a clear look at the eyebrows?) is putting on a brave face, but I’m not so stoic.