This is what I turned to read last night from a pile of untouched June magazines:
Two stone-faced waiters at the BHH, balancing trays atop their sturdy shoulders, pause mid-stride to oh-so-discretely steal a glimpse of Kate Hudson's ass, Who can blame them really? Tawny and tousled, Hudson, six months pregnant with her second child (the baby daddy is British rocker Matthew Bellamy) looks so trim, so bikini-ready in her no-name silk sundress and 5 inch wedge sandals, that were she to visit some far-flung village devoid of the Internet or Access Hollywood, the townsfolk might simply assume she'd overdone it on spit roast and poi the night before. It's less baby bump that who wants seconds?
from MARIE CLAIRE/JUNE 2011, Lea Goldman
is there anything that redeems this?
did the waiters drop their trays?
did I read more?
caricature by Al Hirschfeld of The Algonquin Round Table