A Valuable Lesson

I’m not a hater. I don’t hate January Jones. Not even a little bit. I don’t like Betty Draper and I side with Don one hundred percent of the time, but that’s not January Jones’ fault. That belongs to Matthew Weiner. I think January Jones is an absolutely gorgeous woman. She’s poised and delicate and has a smile that could melt St. Mary’s Glacier.



And I don’t even know the woman, so how could I hate her. I don’t begrudge January Jones anything.

But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t see that train wreck of a Saturday Night Live appearance coming, and that I didn’t not-so-secretly take great pleasure in it.

Sure, I groaned aloud and rolled my eyes the whole time, this doesn’t make me a hater. I was just reacting in frustration to the idea that if someone is attractive, he/she is good at everything. That is patently false. Just because you’re gorgeous and poised and delicate and have a smile that could melt a slow moving ice mass in the Colorado Rockies, does not mean that you also have comedic timing. Or that you can even read cue cards. I think we all learned a valuable lesson. Being pretty can be hard (aw)…but being funny is harder (ha).

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