I will admit I really like Jennifer Love Hewitt. I don’t love her. But I like her. Jennifer Like Hewitt. There’s something about the work she does that is so bad, yet delicious. Scrumptious. This sordid like affair took off when I first witnessed her in I Know What You Did Last Summer. Sure, my heart was sold to Sarah Michelle Gellar, but J.Lo (sorry, Lopez) still rocked some violent bangs (so bad) which naturally put her in my good books.

The reason I’m making this guilty confession is because I watched a movie over the weekend under the impression that Jen was starring in it. Turns out, the woman on the cover of Made In Dagenham is not Hewitt, but Sally Hawkins. Bummer. I was so excited to watch a terribly calorific flick. When I realized my mistake, I was angry at this impostor for a few minutes but cooled down, put my big boy pants on and started the movie.

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Dear Pat Robertson,

I thought I’d write you this letter as you must be crestfallen and quite befuddled about Proposition 8 being overturned recently in California; when I heard the news, I immediately thought of you. Ok, I didn’t, but I did begin to think of you shortly after the announcement was made—because of what you had to say on the subject.

Pat, from your lips to God’s ear to my fingertips:

“Ladies and gentlemen, what are we facing? The homosexuals want to destroy the church, and they want to destroy marriage. That’s what it amounts to. It doesn’t matter how sacred an institution is and how important it is to society, as long as there can be a confirmation that this lifestyle is acceptable. That’s what they want. Oh man, pray for this country.” Read the full story