Teri Is So Very...

Let me just begin this post by saying that sexual abuse is no laughing matter and I would not wish it upon anybody—not even a sack of homophobic shit like Fred Phelps. That said, I picked up the new Vanity Fair in which Teri Hatcher reveals her sexual abuse at a young age by an older man. (Sidebar: LOVING the news that George Clooney may have gotten her to finally 'fess up...Jesus H., is he the new mayor of Hollywood or what?!) Okay, fine. If you want to tell the world, your business. And Vanity Fair ain't a bad place to do this.

HOWEVER...and I say this with the full disclosure that I'm a little obsessed with Teri Hatcher (just the idea of Teri sort of makes me giggle): GIRL. WHAT are you doing posing on the front of the magazine with your panties all up in our faces?! And WHY must we be subjected to a full-on shot of your BELLY BUTTON RING on the pages inside?? (Obvious Girls, you've found your patron saint! She also read 'He's Just Not That Into You' on Valentine's Day.)

Oh, Teri. Sweet, sweet Teri. You make it so easy.