Reason number 10 why Angelina Jolie is my favorite Movie Star:
No, Ms. J. ain’t bitchy to the help. Jennifer Lopez she’s not. But the overly buffed beauties who hail from behind the counter at the supersnotty Manhattan department store nevertheless are displeased with Camp Jolie.
Take earlier this week, for ince. Ms. J., with daughter Zahara and enough goon-guards to make Wilmer Valderrama seethe with jealousy, walked in to shop. Or not.
"She does this all time," sniffed a clerk whose closet at home would most likely outdo Jolie’s. "She gets her assistants to mark down the [style] numbers on the outfits she wants and then calls the designer direct."
Quelle horreur!
Hee! I don’t care if the story is true. I love it. Hey, if she can get a deal by going to the source, more power to her. And more money for starving African and Cambodian children. Extra bonus, the extraneous J.Lo dish. Nothing like bitchy gossip when you’re in a crappy mood.
