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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Broken vows of silence

After months of wall-to-wall Brangelina coverage, the scorned wife is now ready for her closeup. Jennifer Aniston opens up candidly to Vanity Fair's Leslie Bennetts about the publicized demise of her 4½-year union to Brad Pitt. To be honest, just the mere notion of her fame always escaped me from the beginning. Kept my feet firmly off the Friends bandwagon, shrugged in response to the "Rachel" haircut craze and ignored the PR orgasm of a wedding to the Hollywood Hunk cutout.

She's just so vanilla. So blah. Hella overrated. I gained a begrudging smidge of respect after watching her breakthrough performance in The Good Girl, but now my "get it, bitch!" meter has soared with the snippet of this excerpt alone:
She'll toss off a crack about Pitt's startling transformation into a punky bleached blond. "Billy Idol called — he wants his look back," she murmurs with a sly smile.
Packs a meaner punch than a case of viral meningitis, that's for sure.

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