As I was poking through ye olde blog today, I realized that next week marks the one-year anniversary of My Weekend Crush. That’s right, almost a full year’s worth of gorgeous has graced these pages for your weekend enjoyment. In honor of all that hotness, I thought we’d go back to the beginning. An adolescent Jodie Foster, still a mere baby-dykelette in bell bottoms and sensible shoes, was my inaugural crush. Over the years she has remained my most steadfast crush. She is practically everything I find attractive in a woman. To quote this week’s cover of Entertainment Weekly: “Tough. Sexy. Smart. Classy. She’s the antidote to everything you hate about Hollywood.” Amen to that. Man, I can’t think of anything I’d rather stare at over this long three-day weekend than Jodie Foster in a white tank top. Can you? Happy Labor Day weekend, all.
p.s. For more on Jodie’s smoking spread for W magazine, along with more interviews, more photos and more reasons to thank the universe for the existence of white tank tops, check out the AfterEllen Blog on Tuesday.