Anna Wintour usually puts unflavored bitch (see: Blake NotSoLively) after unflavored bitch (see: Blake NotSoLively, again) on the cover of Vogue, so thankfully someone at Vogue knows what’s good and blurted out Meryl Streep’s name during a brainstorming meeting over bowls of baby’s breath (the actual breath of babies, not the filler flower) in the cafeteria of the Death Eaters’ lair. The greatest living actress in the world (next to Nicole Scherzinger from The X-Factor) finally got her first cover of Vogue at the young age of 62. Meryl is the oldest woman to ever be on the cover and inside the issue she talks about how when she turned 40, she thought Hollywood was going to put her old ass out to pasture:
Streep, now 62, tells Vogue magazine she was offered three different roles to play a witch after turning 40. She believed it meant women in her age group were “grotesque on some level,” and told her husband “It’s over.”
I’m sure it warms Meryl’s insides to see how much times have changed since she was 40. Nowdays, the witch roles don’t go to 40-something actresses. No, those roles go to Charlize Theron now.
Meryl’s cover should’ve been a picture of her as Miranda Priestley choking the bob off of Anna Wintour’s head, but I’ll still settle for this picture of her looking like her bladder just exploded while she was sitting on the beach.