Think I'll have a salad for lunch
Still, RR has been a minor splinter in my thumb for years. My best friend's ex-boyfriend's roommate was Rebecca's sister (swear to god, no, really), and so I'd hear a lot of fourth-hand tales about her beauty and her charms and her success (and how very very stupid and weepy John Stamos was). Then, a few years later, my now-hubby worked with her on a TV show for a few months, which led to this conversation one Saturday morning:
"Hey baby, how'd you sleep?"
"Really well, actually."
"Yay, that's great! Did you dream about anything?"
(Silence) "Promise not to get mad?"
(Knowing sigh) "Yes..."
"Well, so I was making out with Rebecca Romijn..."
So when flipping through my latest dumb women's magazine, which contained a profile of the Lettucehead, I must say I enjoyed this passage about her new TV show quite a lot:
"Romijm reveals a flair for physical comedy, including running full tilt into a bus shelter in pursuit of a story. 'There's no way to fake that,' adds [the show's produer]. 'Rebecca's willingness to make fun of herself and play with her image is courageous.'"
That's right, Rebecca -- you run into that bus shelter as much as you need to get the scene right. Courage, Rebecca. Courage and faith.