Oh, Megan. You crafty, crafty lady. I see your game. We haven’t had any news about you since September and then this weekend, a weekend so slow on the celebrity gossip that I resorted to covering Clay Aiken’s new boyfriend’s man Spanx, you decided to frolic along the beaches of Hawaii while wearing your giant engagement ring and a bikini, and you’ve left me no choice.
Why don’t you get some integrity and say something really dumb to a magazine or get knocked up or something so we can talk about you again? Because this, Megan? This “look at my wacky boobs and my distressed face and my gigantic ring posing at the beach” tactic? You can do better than that.