Friday, May 02, 2008

Professional Critic, Strangely Calm

Maybe because it's Friday night but I don't really feel bent out of shape about anything right now. Cause for alarm? Maybe.

After a perusal of Perez I can muster up some mild irritation with Gwyneth Paltrow. Perhaps the combination of her starvation diet plus too much Pilates with Madonna has killed all her brain cells, but she needs to get a grip on her hemline. She's done just fine without broadcasting her cooch to the world, so why start now?

Oh, and nutwing Tracy Anderson, whose "signature strategy," is to give every woman a “teeny-tiny dancer type" body: two celery stalks with 4 teaspoons of almond butter for lunch isn't "perfectly healthy," it's anorexia you utter NIMROD and now I'm really bent out of shape that idiots like you can't keep your out of control eating disorders to yourself. TGIF.

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