Here’s our girl Katie Holmes, (still reigning over Reese in my Fashion Icon Poll – have you voted?!?) looking gorgeous and sophisticated as usual, but in desperate (and I do mean desperate) need of a cheeseburger, plate of nachos or stuffed-crust pizza. Can you see her hip bones through that dress or what, dahlings? Gawddang. She’s getting even bonier than Skangelina, and that’s saying a lot.
C’mon, Kat. Enough with the obsessive weight loss. You were one chick I thought would buck the H-wood trend. You’re still lovely and being healthy is grand, but when even the most fabulous designer gowns look like they’re just hanging on your bones, well, that’s when I start bitching that enough is enough.
My mission is now clear: I shall take a break from my busy schedule to finally accept your invitation to meet up for cocktails. I’ll get you silly drunk, then start shoving cheese sticks, onion straws and quesadillas down your throat. Oh I know your pal Posh is sweating as she reads this, but it’s all good, Kat. I’ll get her next…


Ummm…can I come too, dahling? I’ll bring the Kahlua…
Send her my way and I’ll serve her a big old bowl of my famous chocolate cake with a huge scoop of ice cream…