Side-by-side photographs on Huffington Post's "Entertainment page," earlier today.
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Salem's Lot 1979 and Salem's Lot 2024
Happy Halloween everybody! Julie's working late and the boy doesn't have school tomorrow so he's heading to one of those crazy f...
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(2007) * First of all let me say that as far as I could tell there are absolutely no dead teenagers in this entire film. Every year just ...
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Obviously we all can't be perfect specimens. My bile is directed less at Aniston's face and more at the goddamned relentless Aniston PR/publicity machine that keeps relentlessly insisting to me that I find her "beautiful" and need to see her awful movies. My tastes are my own, damn it!
Actually, why am I being defensive? (Because there are girls on Horrothon now; that's why.) I take it back! Screw Aniston! Team Jolie all the way!
Ugh, I've never liked Aniston. Apparently she's very difficult and she is obsessed with waxing her privates. I love that her career kind of sucks and that she does not appear to be able to hang onto any guy she dates.
Yeah, word. Plus I hate being told whom to find attractive. It's just like Winona Ryder, who is terrible and has never been in a good movie, but who somehow managed to be on the cover of every single issue of every single magazine for about ten years (and get nominated for a fucking Oscar). Attack of the Publicists!
It's all who you blow, I mean know.
Of course the ultimate example of this phenomenon is Paltrow. nobody likes her and she's not remotely hot, but she was shoved in our faces for years and years (and she's got an Oscar, for that awful movie that was somehow "better than" Saving Private Ryan) (although they did give Spielberg his second directing Oscar).
If Angelina Jolie is an ice cream sundae, Paltrow is a dixie cup of warm skim milk.
I just realized what these women have in common. I guess dating Mr. Pitt is good for your career.
I vote Jolie every time.
Never really liked Aniston and the other one is a complete freak!
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