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Tuesday, May 05, 2009 2:36 PM
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E.J. Graff
Willa, I tried clicking through that Costume Institute Gala slide show, and got ...
bored. You'll be shocked, shocked to learn that I am no one's idea of
fashionable. There are many reasons I live up here in the land of the
bluestockings. Among them: Here, I can get away with dressing in a combination
of Goodwill, Gap, and Ann Taylor (that last saved for my high-end items: black pants).
But flipping through the frippery did make me think of a film event I attended this winter at
Brandeis, featuring Alan Alda and Kate Beckinsale—who, you will also not be shocked to know, is the opposite of my type. (Cf: Rachel Maddow.) It drove me crazy how
Beckinsale kept wriggling in her seat, showing off her death-defying heels, legs,
and all-but-exposed breasts from first one angle and then another. We've got the point, I texted dryly to my
prosecutor. She should sit still now and let my hero
Alan Alda speak. My gal texted right back, "Your job is being smart. Her
job is being beautiful. Let her do her job."
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