Someday, Shar Jackson should donate herself to science. Because she is living, walking proof that you CAN be twice fertilized by Kevin Federline and still wear panties, not ruin yourself on television -- and that's saying something, considering Shar was most recently spied participating in and WINNING Celebrity Rap Superstar -- and not leave your kids with your parenting coach to go shop for light fixtures while what's left of your brain leaks lazily out your ear. So while I still question her taste in men (what, exactly, about K-Fed had her thinking he WOULDN'T disappear one day and take his Bavarian nooky-swing to richer and stupider pastures?), I have to give props to her coping skills and ability to cling to mental health.
If only she would unclench her talons from her Ugg boots.
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I know it gets chilly in L.A. at night sometimes, but seriously, WHAT IS UP with the furry dead-of-winter boots in Southern California? They make sense if you are hanging out in a ski lodge drinking a Kir Royale by a roaring fire after a day on the slopes, and they're a Godsend when you have to stagger back to your chalet after a few too many glasses of bubbly bliss. I could even MAYBE understand it if she was part of celebrity fitness fad Dancing With The Stars, and had just come from her fourth rehearsal of the week and her feet were totally killing her to the point where she couldn't shove them into proper shoes. But otherwise, on a red carpet in a non-frigid climate, I just don't get the thought process. She might as well be wearing her slippers. Throw in a dressing gown and the random discovery of Cruel Intentions on cable and you've got a great movie night... on the couch.
