I can deal with all the graceful beauty, poise, and notable talent. I have settled on the fact that I will likely never be as stylish or as lovely or as influential. And I can even get on board with “accepting” that she gets to be the doting wife to a musical genius. But this? This is just plain annoying.
I present to you, GOOP. Gwyneth’s blog.
I'm torn between jealousy and really wanting to be friends with her.
I have a new goal in life: be so cool that Gwyneth wants to be friends with me.