Gwyneth.
In an election year, things can get sticky, and I’m not just talking about Santorum. The Economy, The Middle East, Wall Street, what will happen to Tina Fey’s Q Rating if Sarah Palin isn’t running… The list goes on and on. One thing America will forever remain divided on though, regardless of who sits in The White House, regardless of The War on Terror, regardless of whether or not me and the Hot Canadian can get married (come on already DOMA! Really?!?), is a little thing I like to call Gwyneth Paltrow.
Gwyneth Paltrow divides a conversation like Moses through a street puddle. I’m here to settle the debate folks, she’s fucking perfect. Yes, her website is woefully out of touch with the 99%, she pissed of the Plath daughter royally, and lets face it, Coldplay kind of sucks now. But lets get down to brass tacks: She looks good, she has impeccable taste and every girl, whether she admits it or not, would give anything to be Margot Tannenbaum, if not just for a day.
