Day 52 - The Many Magnificent Manifestations of Meryl

Day 52.

I do realize that I've spent the last few days just absolutely shitting all over Julie Powell and her awful personality and in doing so, I've perhaps become a little bit disagreeable myself. Many of you have noticed that my posts have gradually gotten angrier and angrier over time and for good reason too--I'd like to see you watch Julie & Julia every day for 52 days and not get angry (actually, I wouldn't because that would mean I'd have to watch you watching Julie & Julia every day--and frankly, I don't think this world is ready for a blog of that magnitude yet). So in other words, I wanted to acknowledge and make up for all of the hate that I dumped on Julie by heaping some love on Julia.

I've said it before and I'll say it again--Meryl Streep, you are a national treasure.

Meryl Streep, charming the pants of some French dude.

Meryl Streep, effervescent in black & white.

Meryl Streep, making hats like a mothafucka.

Meryl Streep, going double duty on some stiff cocks.

Meryl Streep, showing all those punkass onions what's up.

Meryl Streep, proving that you don't need a penis to be a chef.

Meryl Streep, smelling fish like it's her fucking job.

Meryl Streep, being DELIGHTFUL as always.

Meryl, you are the butter to my bread and the breath to my life. You are the only reason I can make it through this movie each day. May you live forever!

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Julie & Julia Quote of the Day: "I was only a file clerk."