Sarah Jessica Parker encounters some local Boston wind (mmhmm). This is exacccctly what she looked like when she stumbled upon Matthew Broderick’s old-timey gay porn collection. (Presumably.)
In fact, she’s in Boston filming her upcoming movie documenting the struggles of a Chechnyan rebel wife and mother called I Don’t Know How She Does It.* That scene where all the villagers sing and dance around to “Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now” is gonna be hiiilaaareeeeuuuh.
*I think that’s what it’s about.
One more spunky pic ahead!
Many years ago, when I was maybe 13 or 14, I decided to give myself a bob not unlike the one sported by Catherine Zeta-Jones in Chicago. I grabbed the scissors, stood in front of my mirror, and began my precision cut. Being right-handed, I tackled the left side of my head first, snipping with the elegance and grace of a Vidal Sassoon nearly 3 times my age. An hour later, half of my haircut was complete. It was… Perfect. Chin-length, not a hair out of place, razor-sharp and quite flattering. I smirked the teenaged smirk of a million disasters about to happen, and began snipping the hairs on the other side of my head. The first gigantic lock floated into the sink like so many Forrest Gump feathers. And then I looked in the mirror. To discover that I had cut it about an inch shorter than the side of my head I had just spent an hour on.
