Well Played, Anne Hathaway/NYFug.com

This week, we wrote our New York column all about Anne Hathaway’s post-breakup revenge wardrobe, and how it’s a brilliant strategy for throwing her slimy ex-boyfriend’s relationship-ending misdeeds in his face as hard as possible.

If we’d had a month — or even a week — like that, we’d be on day eight of watching Ocean’s Eleven
while eating only ice cream and not brushing our hair. Instead, Anne
has risen from the ashes looking like the proverbial $21 million bucks
her ex needs to post bail.

For an examination of four of her Get Smart event outfits, click through to “Anne Hathaway Wages Her Chic Revenge.” But the beauty of this timing is, right at the moment our column went up, we noticed a fresh batch of photos that indicate she’s discovered new tools of vengeance.

Exhibit A: Nothing yanks the heartstrings of your ex and then pulls them out and around his throat quite like a little trip to Leg City.

I know, I know. Those might be formal shorts. That part doesn’t make me so happy. But I’m willing to overlook it, given the fact that her ex of many years is now in prison for allegedly being a stank-ass liar; she is clearly going through an awkward time, and sometimes a broken heart can blind a girl to thinks like the perils of formal shorts. (I would also turn a blind eye to the potential shorts if she would next allow herself to be photographed eating some baked ziti with meat sauce, or something, because she’s just getting skinnier and skinnier, and there is a point at which if she shrinks any more her face won’t have any room left for her features.)

In general — hoping desperately that it’s just the camera angle and that she is in fact wearing a miniskirt — Anne looks sort of relaxed and cool and nonchalant. And LEGGY. We’re pretty sure that when this photo makes its way into a tabloid, one of the prison guards (or, if he gets out, an anonymous mailing mysteriously also scented with her perfume) will make sure Raffaello Follieri gets a copy so he can weep for that familiar hike up Gam Boulevard that will never happen again. It’s like what every girl hopes will happen after a horrible breakup: looking consistently good every time she knows her ex might get a glimpse, so he can see how well she’s doing and how smoothly she’s moving on with her life.

Exhibit B fits brilliantly into that last point.

She’s saying, “Yeah, that’s right, bitchmaggot, I’m standing next to The Rock. The recently divorced Rock. Who, you may have noticed, is HOT. And SINGLE. SUCK ON IT.”

Even if Anne were wearing a bedazzled potato sack belted with a pair of leggings, she’d deserve a round of applause for this photo alone. Well played INDEED, Anne.