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Stars Without Makeup: Molly Ringwald

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Looking good, right? It’s just girlfriend, on her way to the gym, doing her thing and looking pretty much the same as she did back in her Brat Pack heydey, and it’s probably because she’s busy working on books, which we all know is just SO EASY.

Molly‘s latest career endeavor is penning the book, ‘When It Happens to You’, which is an account of limits and possibilities of love in families and relationships. From Jacksonville.com:

Ringwald changes vantage points using the contemporary novel-in-stories format. Connecting stand-alone stories lets a writer economically cover lots of territory around a core character or theme: there’s no need to fill in every detail or resolve every question.

In the opening story, the reader sees what 40ish Californian Greta sees, and more. You connect the dots to surmise that Greta’s husband Philip is involved in a serious affair, and intelligent Greta would see it too, except that she’s desperately focused on looking the other way. In a conventional narrative, discovery and a resulting marital blowup would follow quickly. Here, subsequent stories work through the destruction with less predictable timing as they introduce new characters whose lives directly or glancingly intersect with the couple’s crisis.

The book’s great strength is its unblinking but compassionate look at the intertwined lives of well-meaning, but flawed, 21st-century Americans. The spirit of the book is perfectly distilled in its remarkable portrait of the unhappy couple’s daughter: 6-year-old Charlotte is not an angel, an imp or a case history, but a mixed bag of humanity like each of the other characters.

On the whole, the book doesn’t sound bad. It, at least, sounds a hell of a lot better than *my* book, which is about forty pages long, and thirty-nine of those forty pages completely suck. But hey. We can’t excel in all fields, you know?

Love you, Moll!

Stars Without Makeup: Rebecca Romijn

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Rebecca Romijn is going to be forty in a few weeks, and I have just one question: how is it fair to look this good—without makeup—at practically forty years old? Because it’s not fair. I don’t look this good without makeup and I’m not even thirty yet (which I’m totally OK with and I don’t mind all the staring I get at the grocery store when I go shopping sans fards from time to time all the time), but that’s probably why Rebecca Romijn makes a ton of money off her looks, and I make a ton of money off … well, not my looks.

Also, is it completely foul of me to forget that the last five years happened, and that Rebecca Romijn is now married to Jerry O’Connell and not married to John Stamos anymore? Because seriously, when I wrote the headline for this post, I wrote ‘Stars Without Makeup: Rebecca Romijn-Stamos’. Can you imagine just how thoroughly eviscerated I’d be if I’d gone on like I forgot Rebecca divorced Stamos, married Jerry, and popped out an adorable set of twins? Have mercy.

Stars Without Makeup: Blake Lively. BAM.

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Boy. Even wearing yesterday’s makeup, looking like she hasn’t slept in ages (and pregnant; she’s definitely pregnant, I’ll go ahead and bet), Blake Lively looks way better than any of us do on our best day. And I don’t even mean that in an insulting kind of way, because I’m sure lots of you guys just look absolutely luminescent first thing in the morning, before you’ve even had your first cup of coffee or tea or whatever caffeinated beverage you might consume in the dawning hours of the day.

And speaking of caffeinated beverages and being all tired and puffy-eyed, that’s so me today, guys. I’m leaving for vacation tomorrow morning (very, very, very early tomorrow morning; I have a flight to catch at 6 AM and the airport is almost three hours away) and because I’m JUST. SO. EXCITED. about it, I wasn’t able to sleep a wink last night. And I’m not going to sleep a wink tonight, partially because I’ll still be JUST SO EXCITED, and partially because there isn’t going to be time to go to sleep, so I’m tired. I’m very, very tired and only running on adrenaline (and caffeine, too; can’t forget caffeine) and anticipation. In short? I look nowhere near as good as Blake does, even though she looks like she’s had the same kind of sleep I got last night. Life is just so unfair sometimes, you know?