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Welcome, trollops, to another, very parched edition of "Who's The Thirstiest Ho?" First up, we have America's favorite hot-flashing ingenue, Julia Roberts, who posted a picture this week on her Instagram account celebrating her husband Danny Moder's 55th birthday. Please marvel at the framing and positioning of its subjects, with Julia in a demurely submissive, yet dead-center, position, and Danny, in a higher, yet ignorable, position.  The photo doesn't celebrate Danny, much less his birthday, it celebrates Julia cosplaying a Tradwife . Some stunt, trick! I give an added slow-clap for her yearning, cutesy expression and Danny's serious, manly-man mug, his hand resting paternally on her shoulder, as if to say, "My lovable, dim-bulb wife." The Tradwife theme was echoed when Julia gushed like a Mormon virgin - no chocha, lots of anal! - about Danny and their family to Hoda Kotb, "He's the captain of our ship. Truly. It all starts with Dann

Are stars "just like us?" Are actors their roles? And are they consistently playing out their own psycho-dramas on screen and in public? In the case of Charlize Theron, it's a fair question to ask. Or put it this way: throughout the years, there may be a reason we haven't seen her playing any of those cute, funny-bunny leading lady roles like Jennifer Lopez or Cameron Diaz (not that there's anything wrong with that), with the exception of a few "pretty girl" roles early in her career in forgettable movies like "Trial and Error" and "Sweet November."  First coming to critical notice in "Monster," in which she obliterated her "pretty girl" looks with weight gain and no make-up in order to portray true-life serial killer, Aileen Wuornos, for which she won a Best Actress Oscar, Charlize has become Hollywood's go-to actress for kicking ass - particularly male ass - either literally, or, in the case of "Bombshel