Keira Knightley is about to flip her (giant) lid over chatter that her gorgeous selph is anorexic. Slag insists she isn’t. She’s so sick of this SHIZ that she may go off and do something dramatic like getting knocked up with Rupert’s babe. Just quietly kidding! All she really said is that perhaps if she gets bepregged, bytchfolk will get off her tiny arse and stop saying she’s struck with the ano.
Says Ms. Hobby Horse: “That’s a good reason to have a kid. They won’t say I’m anorexic any more. S**t, I’ve got to have a child.'”
Keira also said that she can’t win. She’s like Parker Lewis in reverse. “I can’t win. One week I’m anorexic and now my curves are too big. I mean really? It’s a joke. What’s next? Am I too tall, too short? Well, I’m sorry I’m me. It’s so predictable to be asked about it, but to me it’s not appropriate.”
Keirers is a walking fun-house mirror for the world. Tightness. Here is la hobby horse looking elegant and miserable at yet another premier for The Duchess. Phuck The Duchess! When’s The Edge of Love coming out?