Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m a sadist bitch who revels in smut and feeds off misery.
But here’s the thing – to me, Reese Witherspoon has never looked lovelier. Check it out, photos of her out shopping taken a couple of days ago, said to be moving her children out of Hollywood to get away from the cesspool. If so…good for her. If so…I’ll stop calling her an Oscar-courting media manipulator. But let’s not focus on the past and stay with the present, OK?
The present is about Single Reese coping with Single Life after Loser Ryan decided to bugger off and screw every two bit slut he encountered on location including several at the same restaurant in Vancouver, one of whom has been rumoured to be negotiating the sale of her sob story to the National Enquirer…
So who can blame Reese for looking so forlorn?
And still…in spite of the sadness, or actually, because of the sadness, there is a new depth to Reese’s beauty, you know? Sounds totally cheese-ass but her new vulnerability has stripped a layer off of that chirpy cheery award-winning golden gloss, at once hard and hollow and devoid of authenticity, to reveal someone much less contrived, much more appealing and accessible and yes, much more sexy too.
Many of you are hoping for Reese/Joaquin consummation. Perhaps now that a bitter lesson has been learned from selling out, Reese can rebuild those illusions Joaquin once harboured before Oscar campaigning began in earnest…
But me? I’d much rather see Jake Gyllenhaal charm her pants off.
Call me Cruise, it could very well be my personal blind spot, but I just don’t believe the gay, and at this point, it would have to be someone like Reese to reverse the Homo Legend, wouldn’t it?
Better that than a sit down with Vanity Fair and that blasted cow Leslie Bennetts for an Aniston-esque wailer.
Something tells me Reese ain"t the type...
What say you?