Kristin Chenoweth is a tiny little lady with a big voice and some big curves. By curves I mean boobs. I’m talking about her boobs. She pointed it out first, in People Magazine via E Online, when she said that shopping for a bikini is like,
“Hell on Earth. I’m a 32C on top. I have curves! I’m not a stick, so the wrong suit can make me look squatty. I have to watch that.
I am all for a positive and healthy body image, so K.C., stop putting yourself down! Stop subliminally apologizing for your body (read: I can “look squatty” and “I have to watch that.” No, you do not have to “watch that.”)
Now she’s saying she has a muffin top, but is trying to make it seem like she’s owning it, by turning into a cute jokey tweet. Check it:
She is 4’11″ so I guess it’s reasonable that she could still only weigh 88 pounds…but holy shit. Anyway, the point is, no, you do not have a muffin top, and stop trying to relate by saying you do and making a hashtag joke. Doing this is a twisted way of building yourself up and putting yourself down at the same exact time. It’s saying, “I don’t weight a lot but I feel bad about saying that so let me throw in this dig at my own body.”
I do not know was thinking or where she was coming from when she tweeted this, because I am not Kristin Chenoweth. I’m saying that this can be misconstrued pretty easily and that as someone in the public eye and in the media with a lot of followers, this is not a smart tweet. (Celebs + twitter = not usually a good idea.) And I guess don’t expect a Coca-Cola endorsement any time soon.
And seriously, “hell on earth”? That’s the figure of speech you’re going with in regards to buying a bikini top?
Kristin Chenoweth is pretty much close to royalty in several communities – there’s the Broadway community, the animal loving community and of course, the gay community. I don’t know what kind of monster you have to be not to recognize a queen when she looks you in the eye, but apparently American Airlines didn’t get the message and messed with the wrong bitch aboard a flight late last month:
The altercation went down this week as Kristin boarded a flight from Dallas to L.A.. We’re told Kristin had her emotional support dog in tow — as she always does — when she was confronted by a gate agent supervisor who claimed Kristin didn’t have the proper paperwork to bring the dog on board.
When Kristin protested, insisting she had done everything correctly, the agent got “verbally abusive” in front of several passengers … scolding the actress … and Kristin was so shaken up, she burst into tears.
Eventually airline officials realized a mistake had been made — and Kristin was allowed to board the flight with her dog. Whoops.
After the flight, Kristin tweeted, “American Airlines: Dallas flight attnt supervisor Ms. Kidwell. Abuse not okay. #tripfromhell.
Obviously American later realized the error of their ways and made a public statement, saying:
“We have been in touch with Ms Chenoweth to offer our apologies for the misunderstanding,” a spokesperson said. “We refunded the cabin pet charge as soon as we realized the mistake. We hope she will consider flying American again in the future.”
Hell no. I flew American once from New York to Manchester and once was all it took for me to realise that they suck and I’ll stick with British Airways (the best airline in existence, for the record), even if I do often have to do that hellish layover at Heathrow. Their planes are dirty, they only have those TVs that come down from the ceiling every 7 or 8 rows and their customer service is ass, as is their tendency to delay flights. Boo all around.
Some of you might remember that Kristin Chenoweth is my other spirit animal. (Yes, OK, maybe it’s more of a spirit zoo. I have a whole spirit menagerie that I regularly visit for inspiration.)
Anyway, here is Chenoweth on last night’s Letterman. And I am not kidding: whoa. Chenoweth ordinarily strikes me as cute, chirpy, and sincere, but this time, she goes “full Sedaris.”
Fortunately, I love Amy Sedaris! I love all the Sedares. I wonder whether the Talent Family is in need of another sibling.
I’m not sure whether Chenoweth’s Oklahoman accent matches Amy’s North Carolinian one (my ear honestly has trouble hearing the difference), but shouldn’t these women be best friends, at least? They can go out together for ice cream in matching A-line dresses!