(Tofu Man . . . Now That's Some Cute Stuff I Can Get Behind)
Well, lookie here.
I've created a new type of Pocket Lint blog post. Sorry, but I need somewhere to, well, "Empty The Contents" of my befuddled mind occasionally.
Basically, I need somewhere to rant. Occasionally. I promise.
Today's subject: Brad Pitt. I know we're all over the topic (and over blogs that rant about celebs–and I promise not to make this a regular thing), BUT I just have one friendly suggestion:
I think Brad should rename himself "TOFU" Pitt cause he so blandly adopts other peoples' flavors. (Also, it sounds like a more Angie-friendly name: Zahara, Maddox, Tofu.)**
Wow–I'm cranky today. Must be the rain. No, I like the rain in LA. We all do cause it's novel.
Anyway, Yahoo! has an article up right now about Brad's many faces in movies and I also read a story in US Weekly (yeah–whatever, judgy–you know you all peruse now and then) about his many faces with different women: quirky with Juliette Louis, preppy with Gwyneth Paltrow, crunchy with Jennifer Aniston and hipster sophisticate (with Hitler mustache) with Angelina Jolie.
All I'm saying is: El Dorko. El Tofu Dorko.
xo – N.
*Danka, Claudita, for coining the genius "tofu" descriptor for people, in general.
P.S. Um. Tofu strikes again. Seriously????
AND, well . . .
I love the InternetSSSSS.