Once again, I was beat out by a famous celebrity married to a rock star. Seems they get all the breaks.
Yes, Gwyneth is the World’s Most Beautiful Woman, according to People Magazine.
I don’t know about you, but I always get a kick out of magazines and media outlets that run basically made-up competitions: World’s Most Influential People (TIME Magazine), World’s Most Admired Companies (Money Magazine) and World’s Best Dressed Men (Esquire), to name a few more titles that have eluded me.
Interesting to note, Paltrow was just on the list of Most Hated Celebrities, inching out even Chris Brown for the dubious spot of most famous person we love to hate. Ah, fame is a fickle mistress indeed.
What cracks me up is that no one has to compete in order to win. These are seemingly random selections of people who are clearly hot today, and most likely, cold tomorrow.
Women everywhere rejoiced when the honor was bestowed on Paltrow, because so many look at her as a kindred spirit; someone just like themselves–a mother, a working woman, a spouse, and a friend with six pack abs. So very much like me.
In the interview about her newly claimed title, she laughingly joked with People Magazine that she spends most of her time at home in jeans and a T-shirt, sans makeup. What a regular gal! Coincidentally, I spend most of my time out in public like that! Heck, we do have a lot in common. She named her children after a fruit and a prophet…and I…hmmm…didn’t. But I did consider renaming my son “Lime” after a particular blurry night with tequila. And “Jesus” was a consideration on the baby name list when I was pregnant. Yet another similarity.
Gwyneth Paltrow, this all-American girl (who lives in France, by the way), is the World’s Most Beautiful Woman, and I am happy for her. At least it wasn’t Kim Kardashian. Talk about someone I have a lot in common with.