Okay, who saw the Golden Globes last night? And who can tell me what the hell Lara Flynn Boyle was thinking when she picked this outfit? Don't stars pay stylists loads of money to avoid just such unfortunate occurrences?
Hi, I'm Lara Flynn Boyle. When Uncle Jack said he didn't want to date me anymore, I got sad! And I made a frowny face, and I moped around my house, and I cwied and cwied, and then I was really bad and...ssh, don't tell Uncle Jack, but I ate an Oreo! I know! But then I found a way to make myself feel better! I made myself a pretty, pretty ballerina! Look how I twirl and twirl! Whee! I'm not an adult woman who has to be accountable for her actions or behave in a socially acceptable fashion! I'm a little girl! I haven't even been through puberty yet! See? No boobies! La la la, pretty ballerina."
Lara? Honey? Maybe if you weren't so addled by chronic hypoglycemia, you might make better fashion choices. I'm just sayin.'
And Sharon Stone gets this year's Julia Roberts It's All About Me
Award. I guess that's the risk you run with an event hosting an open bar. From E!Online
Worst Supporting Antics: Sharon Stone, for being the hands-down (as well as hands up, hands over her head, hands flashing peace signs...) choice for most desperate in need of attention, medical or otherwise. Her shrieking, dancing and near highjacking of Richard Gere's acceptance speech was so sad it almost made us forget to make fun of the fact that she was dressed like a Gothic hooker.
So, what'd y'all think?