
Even standing still, that thing should come with a warning label: DO NOT ATTEMPT AT HOME WITHOUT A BRAZILIAN.

But of course -- and this is true of every starlet in the world, lest you think I'm being unjust -- she cant walk around without poking that knee out the slit. In this photo, I get it: She's working the dress. She's probably getting it for free, and in exchange, she's supposed to make sure you see it and all its nooks and crannies.

It's when it starts to cross the bridge into letting us see HER nooks and crannies that I start to get twitchy.

"Hmm, do you think they can see my slit? Perhaps I should wrangle it."

"Peekaboo! Are you looking? I can't tell. I should have hired a slit wrangler. Angelina Jolie wouldn't be out here forced to wrangle her own slit, let me tell you."

"Psst! Dear My Future Grandchildren: See? No cellulite. My genetic gift to you. Love, Lea."
