Bar Rafaeli and Sports Illustrated

Doesn't my blog look nice today? This is a picture of Bar Rafaeli, a local girl who is making it big in America, specifically on the cover of Sports Illustrated. She was definitly among the first in line when looks and luck were handed out.



Her alleged boyfriend is Leonardo DiCaprio. She looks like this, and he is playing Mr. I'm Too Good To Admit I'm Bar's Boyfriend. What's up with that? I am a totally straight woman but if she was my girlfriend I'd be shouting it all over the internet. It bugs me that he is dissing her. What's so great about him anyway? In Titanic, he could have gotten on that raft with Kate Winclet instead of committing suicide, that was just stupid. Of all his movies, I liked him best in the one in which he played the cognitively challenged 12-year-old brother of the sizzling hot Johnny Depp as Gilbert Grape.

So about a year ago they came here under cover for a visit. The local press went wild, but Ms. Raf and Mr. DiC would not grant the local paparazzi, and thus the couple's adoring fans, even one measly picture. We know it was him though, as one lucky paparaz got a very distinctive picture of the back of Leo's baseball cap slightly blocked by a rolled up newspaper and a security guard's fist.

Stung and licking its collective wounds, the local press hung poor Bar out to dry. They raked her over the coals with a few choice quotations nicely detached from context and blistered across the front page of the popular weekend newpaper supplement. People from all over the world who couldn't read the article because it wasn't in English read the English online recap and sent all sorts of anti-Bar talkbacks, except a few men who were able to read between the lines, or maybe just read the pictures.

But now that Bar is the first local girl to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated, everyone loves her again.

It's like, if you live in a one-horse town, and that horse wins the Kentucky Derby, and then that horse doesn't want to have it's picture taken with the Mayor, everyone gets all bent out of shape and boycotts the horse. But you can't really boycott it for long because, after all, it is the only horse in town.