
J.Lo looks great in this weirdo Fendi bodysuit, but the star of the show is her face -- for J.Lo Beauty sales reasons -- and they've done that great justice. Also, "Should You Be Able To Sue Your Husband's Mistress?" has a deliciously Tatler feel to it.

If you get Elle in the mail, you're getting the moth-eaten underboob version.

This is a woman who knows her angles.

That whole thing is D&G. I guess we're the only ones who care anymore about their unapologetic terribleness.

She talks about dousing her hair in olive oil as a kid. Do I need to try that? I mean, I don't expect results that look anything like hers -- that mane is styled and possibly enhanced -- but anecdotally, I'm just curious.

This actually DOES feel like a shampoo ad. Aren't they forever tugging on their ponytails in those ads, proving everything is strong and bouncy?

This amuses me. It's VERY Mama Shai, Earth Mother.

Someday, I want a magazine to do all their cover photos as short soap-opera scenes. This could have been one. Who is she waiting for, and to what ends? An affair, a confrontation, a secret wedding? Has she returned from the dead? ALL OF THE ABOVE?

And then after the confrontation is over, she leaves, with one last wistful look back. "I wish I hadn't cracked him over the head with that vase," she thinks. "I LIKED that vase."
