Here’s the thing about me. I am SO EASILY talked into liking celebrities that I hitherto disliked. Seriously. I almost ALWAYS come around. I’m pretty sure this means I am super susceptible to Stockholm Syndrome, like if I were kidnapped by Colombian drug lords, I’d come back from my ordeal and be all, “You guys, I kind of miss Pablo.”
Which is why it essentially took merely this photo, and last week’s Dance-Off, and I am suddenly about twenty minutes away from quitting this gig to become the webmistress of Hoffmania.com. Apparently, a shiny jacket and a wry shrug and I am YOURS.