In an interview with The Cut, the tepid lump of cream of wheat known as Blake Lively talked about everything from The Cheesecake Factory (stuffed mushrooms and Chicken Madiera 4EVA!), the maybe-lifestyle website she’s launching, pixie cuts, food and a bunch of other crap. The best part of the interview is how she started off answering almost every question the interviewer asked. Blake’s brain sputtered so much before turning over she reminded me of the 1971 Super Beetle I had back in the day that would only start with six sets of crossed fingers, a near-flooded engine and a virgin sacrifice.
Here are the highlights:
What do you think you smell like day-to-day?
I think I smell like … cookies. [Laughs.]
What scent would you associate with your first date?
Hmm. I don’t know if I have ever been on a date.
A lot of other celebrities have been getting pixie cuts recently. Would you?
Hmm, I don’t know.
A lot of people are excited to hear about your upcoming lifestyle site.
I don’t know if it’s a lifestyle site.
So it’s not a lifestyle site?
No. Yes, it will be a site.
What do you think of other lifestyle sites like Goop?
Oh my gosh, I’m such a huge fan.
Have you made anything from the Goop cookbooks?
No, I haven’t.
Blake could have walked into that room, flopped down on a couch and spent the entire interview saying, “Yes, no, maybe so.” and the result would have been exactly the fucking same. Here’s to hoping her wax statue of a husband, Ryan Reynolds, has more to offer their gene pool than his Gaston chin and a six pack you can grate cheese on, or their poor kids will be stuck with more visible abs than they have brain cells.
Reading her interviews, I feel like I have very little in common with Blake, besides the inability to put a coherent sentence together and the fact that my figure is also a product of chocolate and no exercise. Oh, and I also smell like cookies a lot because at any given time there are Oreo crumbs down my bra. Actually, it sounds like she and I have all the key aspects of Blake’s life in common so if you’ll excuse me, there’s a Costco-sized tub of Cool Whip in the fridge with my name and a label that says “go ahead, eat your feelings” on it.