I actually don't have a problem with what Kate Bosworth is wearing -- I think it'd look fine if she just stood up straight.

I'm more worried about HER. Last we checked in, she was dating a hot British male model and looking healthier than she had in years, and now all of a sudden rumors are going around that she was making out with Chris Martin at a U2 concert -- which, if true, HOW STUPID ARE YOU -- and she's all wan and gaunt and messy-haired and I'm afraid it's because she's spending her time darting between bushes and large trees, lest Gwyneth's trained army of guerilla GOOPers find her and kick her repeatedly until she promises to write a letter all about sin and repentance for this month's GOOP: BE. (As it is, I fully expect an installment all about skinny blondes are the devil unless they happen to live in England and hang out with Madonna, and then instructing us how to make a quiche out of organic free-range cruelty-free shoe leather, Malaysian beetroot cubes, and a copy of Blue Crush.)
Come on, Kate, cheer up and stay healthy. And, just in case it needs saying: Don't tongue the married man. I don't care how much you like his band, or whether Bono's lusty pipes induced madness. Personally, I feel like it can't be true because, again, REALLY STUPID on a number of levels. But she wouldn't be the first person in Hollywood to do something in public that seems ridiculous, so... let's just all hope that whatever's going on with her, it will eventually involve several five-course dinners and a hot-oil treatment.
I'm more worried about HER. Last we checked in, she was dating a hot British male model and looking healthier than she had in years, and now all of a sudden rumors are going around that she was making out with Chris Martin at a U2 concert -- which, if true, HOW STUPID ARE YOU -- and she's all wan and gaunt and messy-haired and I'm afraid it's because she's spending her time darting between bushes and large trees, lest Gwyneth's trained army of guerilla GOOPers find her and kick her repeatedly until she promises to write a letter all about sin and repentance for this month's GOOP: BE. (As it is, I fully expect an installment all about skinny blondes are the devil unless they happen to live in England and hang out with Madonna, and then instructing us how to make a quiche out of organic free-range cruelty-free shoe leather, Malaysian beetroot cubes, and a copy of Blue Crush.)
Come on, Kate, cheer up and stay healthy. And, just in case it needs saying: Don't tongue the married man. I don't care how much you like his band, or whether Bono's lusty pipes induced madness. Personally, I feel like it can't be true because, again, REALLY STUPID on a number of levels. But she wouldn't be the first person in Hollywood to do something in public that seems ridiculous, so... let's just all hope that whatever's going on with her, it will eventually involve several five-course dinners and a hot-oil treatment.




