Hunger strike or just hungry?

Angelina Jolie resembles the African children she constantly adopts.  She looks hungry.  Yesterday, as I watched E! I spied her distended stomach.  I was going to continue the description with Brad shooing away vultures, but that’s not funny.  Starvation, suffering, and warfare in Africa is serious, which is why I think it’s possible Angelina is standing in solidarity with her favorite continent.  She’s not on that special Hollywood diet.  She’s making a political statement and I have no need to feel like the nebbish mother trying to get her daughter to eat a steak every time I watch VH1.  I have had many sleepless nights worrying about Angelina’s health, but now I think her gaunt frame is a quiet and noble political statement on the level of Ghandi.   I think this is a pervasive political stand through out Hollywood on par with the recent Green Revolution a la Inconveniant Truth.  We may think Lindsay Lohan is a bulimic coke head, but seriously dude, she’s just taking a stand on the Darfur situation.

Angelina is an incredible United Nations Goodwill Ambassador and her apparent hunger strike will call even more attention to the suffering of millions of people.  I know this is totally uncool to say,  but I think I’m a bit jealous of those kids.  I  harbor a not so secret desire to be adopted by someone famous.  For example,  I have this recurring fantasy of living in an impoverished nation and Colin Firth, Jude Law, and Ewan McGregor all want to adopt me.  Though, many times in this fantasy I settle for Brad Pitt, George Clooney,  and Madonna.  

But it’s incredibly wrong and selfish to be jealous of Angelina’s adopted children, considering I’m not in the least bit jealous of Shiloh.   So I must push aside my immaturity, and stand in awe of Angelina’s hunger strike.  She’s not just thin.  She’s my freakin’ hero.