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I am weary of you trying to tempt the world into giving you an impromptu pap smear. If you want to be naked that badly, just have a pool party. It's that simple.
And as for this:
Recent events on The Ghost Whisperer can not be ignored. No, I don't mean how they Rapidly Aged Camryn Manheim's son so that he can now date girls who have vindictive ghosts attached to them, or how Melinda seems to have abandoned the hilariously over-the-top nightgowns, bed-jackets and ballgowns of yore and now argues with the vindictive ghosts attached to the girlfriends of her employees while looking generally attractive and youthful and well-dressed-ish (for god's sake, please don't anyone actually LISTEN to us when we mock your beehives and bed-jackets. Don't you know by now that when I say, "Dude, she's WEARING a LACE NIGHTGOWN to BINGO with a BOX on her head and a CUCKOO CLOCK for a PURSE!" it actually means, "I love you"?). No, this time I am speaking of something that was brought to my attention by several readers and at least one close friend.
Picture it: Southern California, 2008. I am wearing a box on my head, having just come home from bingo, and am settling in for a Sunday night marathon of all the episodes of Greek that have built up on my TiVo. Just innocently looking forward to spending some quality time with that delightful Spencer Grammar and some moonshine. Then I check our GFY email to find several missives regarding Nikki Cox's appearance on The Ghost Whisperer this week, which inspired the following from your fellow readers: several instances of "WTF??!!!?", a few folks wailing, "WHYY?!?! Right?", a brief but apt note opining, "IT'S LIKE THEY ATE HER HEAD," several comments indicating that the individual in question could neither look directly at her NOR look away, and one person who simply said, "OMG."
And I read these emails and I thought, "Nikki Cox is really cute! What's going on? And how bad could it be?"
Then I turned on the TV to this:
So, the popular rumor now is that in addition to inserting softballs into her chest and shaving off part of her nose, Heidi Montag has started plumping up her lips. And I have to say, strange things do seem to be afoot on her face.
Observe:
Something isn't right. And I suspect it's the fact that her upper lip is all numb and swollen from whatever she shot up in there, and it hurts to smile. Somehow, the subtle stiffening almost renders her unrecognizable. It's like all this whittling, from the rhinoplasty to the booboplasty to the mouthoplasty, has taken a face that was distinctive and turned it into something ever more generic. She looks less like Heidi, The Two-Faced Hills Vixen With Crappy Taste In Men, and more like HeiDee, The Blonde Barbie With Crappy Taste In Men Who Has Decided That, At Age 21, She Is Too Washed-Up To Meet A Man On Her Own And Instead Needs To Go On The Bachelor.
Seriously, she looked slightly off all night.
I fear that something terrible has befallen America's Germany's Sweetheart.

I know, I know, even heroes have to age. But those aren't just the hollow cheeks of the chronologically damned; no, there's something around the eyes. Something tweaked. Something... Redford.
I curse the eye job that turned him from "Craggy But Still Hot" to "Craggy With Eyelids That Look Propped Open By The Power of Surgery." And I have a nagging suspicion that The Hoff has wandered down this same path -- this dangerous road of premature nips and tucks that somehow manage to expose your age rather than defy it.
Not long ago, Herr Hoffbrau looked like the Mitch Buchannon we fondly remember, albeit ever so gently kissed by Father Time and a fraction less likely to trot around in orange shorts.

He could still furrow his brow back then. He was... well, himself, and not the wax-figure version of himself that looks sort of soulless and plastic.
We miss your natural manscape, Hasselhoff. We certainly hope whatever happened is magically reversible.
Okay, Tara Reid. Take a seat, baby, because we need to talk.

You do realize that you have a problem, right? That when your behavior and appearance makes Paris Hilton look like Grace Kelly, something has gone horribly, horribly wrong? Also, that your new fake boobs are really, really too big and, honestly, that smooshing them down like that is neither comfortable, nor flattering?
Do I have to be blunt here?
Okay.
You're THIRTY DAMN YEARS OLD. YOUR LIFE SHOULDN'T BE A GIRLS GONE WILD VIDEO TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAMN DAY. GET A GODDAMNED GRIP.
And buy a shirt that fits. Jeezy Chreezy. My boobs hurt just looking at you, kiddo.
We're officially issuing an All Points Bulletin for whomever is responsible for the crimes perpetrated against Jessica Lange's face:

Sweet cracker sandwich. The woman is only 56 years old. Do you know who is the exact same age? Susan Motherf'ing Sarandon.
Compare and contrast, if you will:

A book, huh? Is it just stuff you already put on the Web site?
Nope, we wrote the whole thing fresh, just for you.
Awesome. In that case, I want to read it!
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