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Transfuggers 2: Revenge of the Fuggen






CATE BLANCHETT: No, see? I wear this color foundation because it matches the rest of my skin.



MEGAN FOX: Uh-huh.



CATE: No, truly. It blends. It blends IN. I look one uniform color, right? It appears natural. Your face is like an entirely different color than the rest of you, don't you see? It all ends at the middle of your...well, your Adam's apple area. There's a line there that oughtn't be there, I'm afraid. In fact, if I may give you some advice...may I, Megan?



MEGAN: Uh. I can't actually even believe you're speaking to me at all. So, yeah. Yes. You can. Please.



CATE: Well, it's rude to ignore ones seatmate. Anyway, what I was going tell you is that acting and make-up should both seem natural. Effortless. Do you understand what I'm telling you?



MEGAN: Yes? And mine are...not?



CATE: See! Knowing is half the battle! Now, shall we relax and just talk about our pretty dresses?



MEGAN: You are so nice!



CATE: Well, I am a great actress.

Teen Choice Awards Fug or Fab Carpet: Megan Fox

Or, as I call her now, Mrs David "You Are So Precious To Me" Silver -- wait, except, does that make Megan Fox the new Tori Spelling? Something about that doesn't quite track.



For one thing, it would be weird for Tori to have a tattoo of Marilyn Monroe in the approximate place where Dean McDermott has a tattoo of Tori. Like, I think that if Tori gets a person's face tattooed on her arm, she is contractually obligated to get Dean's. Or, I guess, David Silver's. Wow, thinking about this too hard is sending me down some kind of post-modern tattoo rabbit hole, so let's get to chit-chatting about her dress. Or dress/skirt. Whatever it is. I have to admit, I rather like it: it's nice to see someone wearing something that's NOT just a standard issue cocktail dress, even if I happen to LIKE standard issue cocktail dresses. Kind of like how if you have a cheeseburger five nights in a row, you might really want a salad on the sixth night, without taking anything away from your love of the cheeseburger.


But what do you think?
I think it's adorable. I don't care for this, thanks. I'm conflicted. I want a cheeseburger for lunch. Created on Aug 10, 2010

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