Respectfully liberated from your favorite AND mine, MSNBC

I was confronted with this rather disturbing image of her Duffness, this morning. This skeletal, hair pulled back too tight, dare I say wrinkly, Hilary Duff.

The worst part of it was that I COULD NOT CHANGE THE CHANNEL. I was mesmerized by her hungriness. Her huge, overwhitened teeth. Her skin, so taut that it looked like it hurt her to smile, nevermind sing. I would have been relieved to see her pull an Ashlee Simpson, so glued was I to the TV, waiting for the Rrrrrrip! of her undernourished skin. Enough is enough, Duff! Eat some fucking food already! I was terrified, as the wind blew around her, that it would just blow her away. What was holding her jean skirt up anyway? Because it surely wasn't an ass or a stomach or any type of body fat! Not to mention that the skirt she was wearing resembled the sleeve that I so stylishly cut off my own denim jacket in the '80's - it was that tiny.

I understand that some people are born slim, and I accept that, but what happened to the cute Lizzie McGuire? Hilary is transforming herself into the Crypt Keeper, and it's not even Halloween, yet!

You know Edie Brickell? That song she sings about how there's someone out there just like you? In an alternate universe? While I have decided to STUFF my FACE to balance out all the uneating that is taking place out there. Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie, Tara Flynn Boyle, and Duffie BEWARE!

Time for breakfast.

Aside: 1 more day until SNIP SNIP for the diggingest Dog! Hip Hip, HOORAY!