I often forget about Kelly Rowland. It’s not personal; I just feel like she’s been spending all her time in London judging X-Factor or whatever, when clearly she should have been over here ages ago dragging pregnant Beyonce all around town for the benefit of our bump-starved and nosy eyes. (Can your eyes be nosy? Or is that physiologically impossible?) At least she swing by some Grammy week events looking smoking hot, and reminding us all that we should be wondering where she ran off to and how to get her back. Maybe now that Beyonce has birthed her child of destiny, she’ll want to reform Destiny’s Child. One never knows.