Just when I think I can’t hate Sarah Jessica Parker anymore, something happens and I love her. Then I get confused and my brain goes the other way. I’m not sure why this is.
I can’t say that I truly ‘hate’ the woman because I don’t know her, but I can say there are certain things about her that I think kind of suck. In this same vein, I can’t say I ‘love’ her, because again, for all I know she could be an evil bitch who terrorizes babies and puppies at night while dressed like a unicorn.
But what I can say, for sure, is that it’s her birthday and on other people’s birthday I think it’s best that I talk about my feelings about them. It only makes sense, of course.