Kate Winslet is in the November issue of the British Harpers Bazaar, and you know, for a woman who loathes plastic surgery as much as Kirstie Alley loathes low fat cheese, she didn’t mind those magazine folks giving her sharper cheeks, a chiseled chin, a breast lift and a tummy tuck. In the interview, along with a boatload of swearing, she says she won’t allow her kids to be fucked up because she fucked up her marriages twice. Mind you, she’s currently dating billionaire Richard Branson’s nephew, Ned RockNRoll (no joke, that’s his last name) who happens to be married. Yep, it’s all about sincerity here folks!
As possibly the only woman that can stand next to Christina Hendricks and not have her chest look like a large gaping hole after a dynamite blast, Sofia Vergara would not ordinarily lead this kind of post, but she covered them, so damn it, she failed us. Julie Bowen, on the other hand, is a pro at chesticle failure, and for the life of us, we can’t understand why she insists on plunging necklines when those three rascals of hers have left her with a bossom that’s as enticing as a classroom writing board. And then we have Gwyneth Paltrow who ate a whole organic leaf yesterday and was proud to show it didn’t leave her bloated, Lea Michelle who assumed we find vertebrae arousing, and Kate Winslet whose semi-sexiness we chose to ignore because she made those comments about being a foe of plastic surgery. Nobody call our obsession with huge fake boobs unhealthy. Oh, and Katie Holmes was there. Before two security guards picked her up and carried her back to her paranoid gay ewok.
