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March 25, 2008
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What happened to poor Thalia?
This was her back in 2006.
Then Tommy Mottola knocked her up, she had a baby six months ago, and now she's morphed into this:
The hell? I'm not saying she needs to wander around town in ball gowns all the livelong day. But in just two years she's gone from fresh and adorable to the very image of somebody's daft aunt who is all, "Greetings, Earthlings! I've just returned from a rendezvous with King Blurgh of the Planet Futon, who had much wisdom to share about curing our wicked planet's social ills, as well as loads of helpful insights into the benefits of wearing fireproof clothes! Come, let me probe you, and then sup on my knowledge." Which probably makes for some awesome dinner-table conversation at Maison Mottola, but is a little tricky for the rest of us to digest unless we're on our fifth martini.
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