We've been fans of America Ferrera ever since she refused to apologize for the size of her hips in Real Women Have Curves. She's even the reason we watched that pants movie. However, we refuse to confirm rumors that we openly wept like complete saps during all the female bonding scenes, and it's just a coincidence that we no longer trust ourselves around Amber freakin' Tamblyn for fear that we'll get all tight-throated and blinky.

We admit, we were a little afraid when we read about the premise of Ugly Betty last summer. Sure, watching Yo soy Betty la fea was a fun way to refresh our high school Spanish for our trip to Cancún, and executive producer Salma Hayek has always had a sense of humor about herself (to wit, see her fallen angel/stripper in Kevin Smith's Dogma), but the idea of taking America's unconventional beauty and turning it into something laughable? Would it be like watching our best friend take that abuse?

Ok, clearly we've crossed the line somewhere, but we are helpless: there is just something about America Ferrera that makes one certain that she'd be the best BFF ever.

She's the kind of person who would always have dates but never blow you off for the latest stud; the kind of person who blushes genuinely when you give her a compliment, and yet she would never let it go to her head. She's the kind of friend you'd take shopping, the kind of friend who would tell you no, it's not your fault that the dress looked adorable on a hanger and then looked like cat vomit when you tried it on. And she'd assure you that the dress was a very angry dress because the designer had been potty-trained far too early and then she'd make up a story about his first time French kissing a girl chewing Juicy Fruit gum and she'd do an imitation of someone gagging that would have both of you laughing so hard that you'd have to squeeze your knees together to stop yourself from peeing your pants.

As it turns out, Ugly Betty is fun and disarming and absolutely appointment television (or total Season Pass material on the TiVo). And naturally, America is completely and utterly adorable, as if she could be anything but. And we're not even worried about her succumbing to the typical starlet move of losing a ton of weight à la Christina Ricci, America herself reassures us in this month's issue of W, "Even if I wanted to be anorexic, I just don't have what it takes. After four hours of being anorexic, I'd be like, 'It's been four whole hours! Feed me!"

Love her. Plus, could she be any more gorgeous?

While we certainly don't have the exclusive rights to our girl crush, now that she's America's America, we can sit back and smugly say we knew it all along.