Admit it: It's a LITTLE suspicious that Jennifer Aniston's two most serious post-Pitt relationships, complete with her refusals to acknowledge the affairs for JUST long enough to ignite a paparazzi frenzy, have coincided with the much-hyped Jolie-Pitt spawnings. Not that we don't want to believe in wuv, TWUE wuv, but it's all a bit too convenient. And a bit too sad:
Not that we don't have any sympathy for Jen, nor do we think the girl shouldn't go out and tap some ass, but... well, read the rest for yourselves, if you choose.
But the REAL reason we think you should head over there: As we look ahead to Fashion Week, we're accepting reader questions about our experiences at that event (or about anything else) that we'll answer in next week's column. You can leave your question as a comment on that entry, or submit queries by email to our editor, Jessica Coen, at jessica (dot) coen (at) nymag (dot) com. She's in charge of picking the ones she wants us to answer, so if you're hell-bent on asking, "How can I come to your house and shave your head while you sleep?" then you may be disappointed unless she happens to have been wondering the same thing.
Otherwise, fire away, and we'll field as many as we can. Go forth and type.
Aniston used to be America's most-loved comic actress. Now, thanks to her counteracting all that Brangelina PR with obviously labored stories -- full of suggestive pictures and coy denials -- about her own love life, we're barely able to name a single thing she's has done lately that doesn't involve hanging around with a bunch of notorious man-children.
Not that we don't have any sympathy for Jen, nor do we think the girl shouldn't go out and tap some ass, but... well, read the rest for yourselves, if you choose.
But the REAL reason we think you should head over there: As we look ahead to Fashion Week, we're accepting reader questions about our experiences at that event (or about anything else) that we'll answer in next week's column. You can leave your question as a comment on that entry, or submit queries by email to our editor, Jessica Coen, at jessica (dot) coen (at) nymag (dot) com. She's in charge of picking the ones she wants us to answer, so if you're hell-bent on asking, "How can I come to your house and shave your head while you sleep?" then you may be disappointed unless she happens to have been wondering the same thing.
Otherwise, fire away, and we'll field as many as we can. Go forth and type.
