Sometimes I read about the lengths that Hollywood stars go through to chase their vanity (or the public's approval) and just have to shake my head. For instance, Jennifer Aniston just dropped three Benjamins on a spa treatment to reduce cellulite for a few hours. Although really, who can blame her for wanting to avoid being the poster girl for skinny but cellulite.

Why does cellulite have such an emotional reaction?

Can you imagine if we fixated on other, unavoidable body parts? Like, what if uvulas were very important? What if the pappies' super-long phallic lenses zoomed in hard core to glimpse Angelina's little oral dipthong? What if there was a Uvula Website, asking commenters to yodel about Heidi Montag's scrawny little wattle? Seriously, cellulite is as certain as the tides and the only way to prevent it is by hand selecting, as Joy Nash suggests, your parents and your grandparents. And anyone who has watched Back to the Future knows that your cellulite will definitely disappear if you start messing with your parentage, along with the rest of your existence.

I challenge you to show me your cellulite. Take pictures of your thighs and send them to me. Are you brave enough? Do you dare? Why should this even be a big deal? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Send your pictures to weetabix at elastic waist dot com. Who's in!?