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And fine, it makes little sense in this context.
Call me slipshod. Or slapdash.
Really, whatever, I'm tired.
Scarlett Johansson has been named "Sexist Woman Alive" by Esquire magazine.
Well, uh, yea.
I fell madly in love with Scarlett in Ghostworld (cumulative audience, including dvd rentals: 4).
And my-my-my how far she's come! Seriously: YOU. GO.
Disagree with me if you will, but Angelina ain't got nothin' on SJ. She's elegant and charming, always looking together but never overdone. She's well-spoken. She's an absurdly talented actress. She never does patently dumb shit in public.
And, lest we not forget, she's undeniably amazingly not-even-possible-huhwhatyea attractive.
But the cake-topper of her appeal:
As CNN relays: "She... once flashed a sign proclaiming, 'the person taking this picture is harrassing me.'
'Apparently I spelled harass wrong,' she recalls. 'It was horrible. I couldn't remember whether it was one r or two, and I asked like four people, and they said two.'"
PSSSSSSSST, Scarlett. Those people are stupid. Call me. I'm super spectrophotofluorometrically, pneumoencephalographically, otorhinolaryngologically good at spelling.