Woah!

I totally didn’t see this one coming.

I mean, this dude stuck with JLove through Fatgate and everything, and now that she’s all skinny again they’re over? It looks like they broke up and called off their engagement over the holidays, after being engaged for just over a year and dating for two previous years.

I wonder who called it off? And why??? A source says that “Even their friends are surprised; they seemed really happy.”

Was she like, “Dude, I’m way hot again. I’m gonna see if I can still nab me some Carson Daly. I mean, Tara Reid’s locked up in Malibu … now’s my shot!!!”?

Or was he all like “I liked you better when both our careers were heading nowhere. I don’t think I can handle you being a star again”?

Eh, probably he cheated on her and got herpes. That’s always how these things end.

Anyway, it’s always nice when someone has a shitty, sudden, heart-wrenching breakup and that person is not me. See, the joy of eternal singledom is that this shit never happens to me.

With husband Ross McCall at the Hollywood Film Festival Awards.

and you may be startled too when you see the front of this dress.  It’s unfortunate. 

Last night was the St. Jude’s 5th Annual Runway for Life Benefit held at the Beverly Hills Hilton.  Hilary and Haylie Duff participated yet I still question Haylie’s fame.  It’s kind of like Ali Lohan…do you just need to be a star sib to be famous?  Selena Gomez showed that sixteen doesn’t look at all like it used to and Jaime Pressly stood in front of food she’ll never eat.  Jason Alexander had white powder on his lapel and Victor Garber continues to embrace the t-shirt and suit coat combination.  Jennifer Westfeldt and her man Jon Hamm acted sophisticated by putting their drinks on the floor before being photographed and Cybill Shepherd wore some distracting and ill-fitted pants.  Dick Van Dyke looked more alert than he ever did on Diagnosis Murder and it appears that Marlo Thomas got one of those wind tunnel makeovers.  Valerie Bertinelli?  She just looked fantastic!  Oh…and Daisy Fuentes attended.  Eh.

Sigh.

Remember when we were all calling Jennifer Love Hewitt fat, and she was all like, “I love my body just the way it is!” In fact, let me quote again what she wrote on her blog late last year:

I’ve sat by in silence for a long time now about the way women’s bodies are constantly scrutinized. To set the record straight, I’m not upset for me, but for all of the girls out there that are struggling with their body image.

A size 2 is not fat! Nor will it ever be. And being a size 0 doesn’t make you beautiful …

And like all women out there should, I love my body.

To all girls with butts, boobs, hips and a waist, put on a bikini — put it on and stay strong.

But now!

She’s lost 18 pounds!

And she’s gonna make DAMN SURE it’s cover news!

“SEE GUYS! I’M SKINNY AGAIN!!! YOU CAN SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT ME AGAIN BECAUSE I’M VALUABLE NOW!!!”

This shit pisses me off big time. Sending mixed messages like this is more dangerous than just coming out and being like, “Dude, I hate being fat and I feel disgusting when I’m fat,” like Jessica Alba did.

Shut. The fuck. Up. Jennifer.

“It made me feel a little embarrassed, to be honest. It made me a little sad. It hurt my feelings.”

Jennifer Love Hewitt, to Extra, regarding the controversy surrounding her recent weight gain.

And ever since that whole “fat” thing exploded (no pun intended), they care about you! Yes! They’re taking your picture again!

Being called fat by people like me was the best thing that’s happened to your career since Party of Five! So you’re welcome.

And I know I promised I wouldn’t call you fat anymore — and I actually think you look nice here — but that doesn’t prevent me from pointing out the fact that you have bedazzled jeans. Really, Jen? Those are unnecessary.

Okay, Love, you win. You seem to have the support of my entire readership, so I suppose this is long overdue.

I am sorry for calling you fat. Repeatedly. That was mean and uncalled for.

And I liked you on Party of Five.

I wish you all the best in your impending marriage, and promise not to make fun of your weight ever again.

Can we be friends again?

xoxo,
Beet