And then, in February, she grabbed the tabloid brass ring for reportedly nabbing the world’s most eligible bachelor, Justin Timberlake. happy talking about, though, is the unladylike girth of her knuckles. Your grandma in 2000-and-whatever was the Sexiest Woman Alive. They weren’t convinced the vampire-hunting Hollywood creation could rearrange herself into the role of a refined fin de siècle Hungarian duchess.
It shares that quality of a love that will never die even as the corpses seem to pile up under castle windows.
Later this month, men across America will see Jessica being very good in a very funny movie, and the nature of their love for her will…deepen.
She’ll still be inhumanly beautiful, sure, but now they’ll have to contend with genuine talent, too, and that one-two punch can be disorienting. The fact that despite her recent tabloid exposure, she’s actually sweet, funny, earnest, occasionally a little crude, and—if my time playing carnival games with her can be used as evidence—uniquely driven to conquer whatever stands between Jessica Biel and what she wants.
I’m inspecting mine in the reflective back of my i Pod when a nice-looking young woman materializes in my view.
Of course it’s her, in wraparound sunglasses, an open gray sweater over a white blouse, and faded jeans. On the pier, no one recognizes her, which I suppose makes sense: There’s little resemblance between the pinup girl and the sneaker-wearing civilian out on a Monday afternoon.