Peckerwood Manor

I love my headline here. It reads like something out of some shameless 50s tabloid headline about an alien boy hidden away from the world because he has the head of a 4-month-old infant. Well, in his ever more bizarre quest for youth, the disturbed but too rich to go broke in his absurd waste of money, 2 million this year alone, Bryan Johnson has discovered what us vain bitches have known for a while. He could have paid me a cool million to quietly whisper in his ear, "Hey, Bry, loss of fat in your face can age you." No duh? One look at a fat pudge of a baby and an 80-year-old is plenty to prove something obvious, yet this fool and his money part to discover these groundbreaking insights into aging. This genius has a team, and his goal is to "bio" hack aging, having once absconded with the blood of his teenage son to trick his middle-aged cells or some such nonsense. His cells laughed at his ass and refused to change.  Schadenfreude is my oldest friend, and I enjoy ...

Jennifer Aniston debuted a new look, and her fans and The Morning Show fans are calling her out and calling her almost unrecognizable. I read the headline and figured, what else is new? A vain, desperate, aging actor has plastic surgery to stay in the game. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the earth turns on its axis. Facts. It isn't new or remarkable, I thought. Her face is her job; Aniston is no bra-burning trailblazer by any account, and so what, anyway. I was prepared to move on to searching for gossip and thought nothing of it.  Until I actually saw it, and there is no way around this. Crikey woman! I struggled to find a way to make it make sense. Surely, she was more intelligent than this, but she looked like an entirely different person, like a sister or cousin, just not Jennifer. The difference is striking and, to me, not a great job. Maybe it needs to settle, but it is weird because her face is also as frozen as Nicole Kidman's was circa 2005 when Kidman was sk...