Jude Law is on the cover of People Magazine as the Sexiest Man Alive. Now, even though he is an unrepentant prick who walks out on pregnant women for fun, I still love me some Jude Law. I would like to put him behind me, to say, "no, Jude, I'm sorry but I just can't forgive you for what you've done. Now, stop calling me." But I can't. It isn't my fault though, it's his fault for being so freaking hot.
To tell the truth, despite my mad pining for Jude and my Pretend Celebrity Boyfriend Clive Owen, I have no interest in celebrities. In fact, I hold most of them in pretty high disdain and hold people who fawn over them in higher disdain. It's part of my snobby bitch persona.
Anyway, the point of this is that I bought the People with Jude on the cover. Chris was waiting for me in the car, and when I showed him he gave me a look of utter disbelief. He said, "I can't believe you bought a People. That's like... wait... let me think if the exact right simile here.... That's like Julia Child buying a McDonald's cheeseburger."