"Holy shit!" is right, Tonya. These bangs are acceptable on a 14-year-old from Long Island. (I should know, I had them. But mine sort of curled up rather than down...) But, felony or no felony, not on a 40-year-old woman. You need to click on the link. Stat. It's one of those little "glad to be me" pick-me-ups we all need once in a while. I was feeling like a big fat loser today until I saw this. "Well, at least I'm not Tonya Harding!" I cackled manically to myself. (Why are people still interviewing her anyway? Bash one person's knee in and you're a celebrity for life.)
In other entertainment news, Mickey Rourke's life-saving chihuahua died IN HIS ARMS-- and you know what that means, people! An Oscar speech for the record books. My bet is he gives a full-on dog eulogy that will replace my all-time favorite Academy Award acceptance ever, the "you like me" Sally Field classic. Dear God, I can't wait for the crazy Sunday night.