January Jones. Her Versace was by far the most interesting, the most adventurous, the best of the night. And unfortunately no personality to match it.

This girl.

Is so gorgeous. And reasonably talented, yes. And then she stops acting and it’s like wet socks when you step in a puddle. You’ve already seen it on Saturday Night Live. You saw it at the Emmys last night when she presented. With the most disinterested voice, and incapable of reading the prompter without a stumble, and rushing through the winner’s name like she was already bored by the job.

I enjoy liking pretty people. Very much. I am shallow that way, I don’t have a problem with this. And I want to like January Jones. And I’ve looked hard to find something, any whisper of a SOMETHING to like. And there’s nothing. There’s no like, there’s no DISlike, there’s just...


January Jones should be avoided on Monday mornings.

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