If we were Emma Stone’s best gay pals, we know exactly how we’d react if she came out in front of photographers looking like this:
Emma Stone at “The Help” Photocall during 37th Deauville American Film Festival in France.
We’d shout “SWEETIE, NO!!!!” and then leap in front of the cameras like a Secret Service agent taking a bullet for the president.
Why such a melodramatic response (aside from the fact that it’s fun)? Because a best gay pal would never allow his gal pal to appear in public when she’s obviously either depressed or in the throes of her period and doesn’t give a shit what she looks like.
Then, we’d usher her behind the scrim, pull her hair back into a neat ponytail, grap a sassy belt off a passerby, unroll the sleeves, tie the little pussy bow, force a Midol down her throat and then lightly slap her and say “Everyone wants to be you or do you. Now get out there and be a STAR.”
But alas, we weren’t there to save her from herself.
IN! Sometimes a girl just doesn’t give a fuck, T Lo.
OUT! Did she sleep in that thing?
Voting on Selma Blair’s salute to hospital scrubs is still open, darlings.
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