As I noted in the piece we wrote for NY Mag.com about this evening, when I saw this picture in thumbnail form, I actually squealed with joy because I thought Helen Mirren was in the house.

Once I enlarged said photo, the following IMs were exchanged:
JESSICA: KIKI NO NO NO KIKI NO
HEATHER: OH KIKI. NO.
JESSICA: OH
KIKIWe rarely communicate in all caps -- okay, that's a lie. We often communicate in all caps, especially on nights like the Oscars or the Met Ball, and frankly, we're just trying to be
more like Kanye West as it is. But in this case, I feel like the caps were really WARRANTED. I am SO happy that Kirsten Dunst is out and about again. She pleases me in many ways and I hope she gets a job soon so I can read about her career renaissance in one of my many glossy magazines. I also hope that said renaissance comes with a stylist who will find her a series of gowns that don't make her look like a 70 year old woman. A HOT 70 year old woman, but still. Kiki. Come on. What are you doing? Why so saggy? Why so fringed? Why so saggy and fringed? Why are you always wearing something that looks somewhat like something from the Barbara Mandrell show, thus leading me to believe that you're about to burst into a country western song from the early 80s? Why why why why why?