What’s with all these recent pictures of Jennifer Love Hewitt that have been splashed around television and the internets lately? You know the ones. Black bikini? Taken at an unflattering angel? I saw a few of the pictures after the last episode of The Simpsons ran for the night and that God Awful TMZ show came on. I didn’t change channels fast enough and caught a glimpse of what I figured was a completely normal looking woman.

I’m sickened that anyone would call this fat and then wonder why teenage girls are starving themselves and forcing themselves to throw up just to reach the level of skinny that the media thinks they should be.

But on the other hand I’m kind of perplexed at Hewitt’s response to people’s opinions of the pictures:

“A size 2 is not fat! Nor will it ever be,” Hewitt responded. “And being a size 0 doesn’t make you beautiful.”

Hold on, now. That is a size TWO? If that is a size two then, at a size 7/8, I’m wearing clown pants. Where the hell are you shopping, Ms. Hewitt? If you’re going to be a size six or eight or even a freaking twenty four then don’t lie about it. You’re only reinforcing the, “I’m insecure about my weight” mentality with that load of hooey.

And for those of you who don’t know, I may not have the twiggy body that I sported in high school (and especially after squeezing a small human into the world about 3 months ago), but this is not a picture of a size two ass. A shame, yes, as I should really be better about whipping myself into shape, but there you have it…

While my daughter sits in front of the TV enjoying the antics of Blue and his felt friends I’m right there with her, but I’m thoroughly enjoying the host. Either of them. We’re talking Blue’s Clues here and not the spin off as I haven’t seen that one yet, but I’m sure Blue’s owner in that version is just as delicious if it’s a continuing trend.

Anyway, I suppose that if I have to endure half an hour of preschooler entertainment, the least the producers could do is toss me a bit of eye candy to enjoy with my morning coffee.

Hey, at least they’re in my age group and I don’t have to feel too guilty. Like… when I’m watching Harry Potter and catch myself thinking that Daniel Radcliffe is hot.