Amanda Palmer, of Dresden Dolls (and secret Weetabix crush) fame, is looking for a new record label after Roadrunner refused to promote her latest album or single. Why would they shoot themselves in the foot like that? Well, you see, Amanda, who is--let's just be frank here--a freaking GODDESS, refused to allow her former label to edit her video for the song "Leeds United." It seems that the record execs were offended by the fact that she is exposing her stomach, a stomach that the execs felt was too fat to be in a video.

Man, as if I didn't love Amanda Palmer already, now I pretty much want to make out with her, because that, my friends, is a true rock star. Sticking it to the man, standing up for what she believes in, and refusing to let anyone interfere with the expression of her art form. Um...hot?!

Want to check it out? Click the video. Be in awe. Shake your head. And then go check out the ReBellyon, a protest site set up by Amanda's fans, meant to show the world the diversity that is the wealth of female bellies. (This one is my fav!)

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Fans of Tina Fey already know that the big news this week is that her husband accidentally spilled the story behind her scar (and it's actually kind of horrific), but the Vanity Fair article reveals a lot more about the brilliant Fey. For instance, she's always been funny, but she didn't get noticed until she lost 35 pounds.

She saw herself on an SNL monitor as an extra, "and I was like, 'Ooogh.' I was starting to look unhealthy. I looked like a behemoth, a little bit. It was probably a bad sweater or something. Maybe cutting from Gwyneth Paltrow to me." She wanted to be "PBS pretty"--pretty for a smart writer. She called Jeff, who was directing a show at Second City in Chicago, and said, "O.K., I'm starting Weight Watchers."

I'll bet you didn't need yet another reason to absolutely love Kate Winslet, but she's scored yet another win for body acceptance. You'll of course remember that she blasted GQ for airbrushing away most of her BMI, and she also had extremely non-sexy washbasin sex with Patrick Wilson in a way that was somewhat unflattering. While filming her latest, The Reader, she considered whether to bare or not to bare. The directors offered her a body double for the naked scenes, but she refused:

Describing her own body, Kate admits to having aged, but maintains she is proud of her flawed physique, saying: "Here we go, I have a crumble baby belly, boobs are worse for wear after two kids... I'm doing all right. I'm 33. I don't look in the mirror and go, 'Oh, I look fantastic!' Of course I don't.

"Nobody is perfect. I just don't believe in perfection. But I do believe in saying, 'This is who I am and look at me not being perfect!' I'm proud of that." (Source)

We were watching a commercial for the Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston movie The Break-Up.

Jennifer Aniston's character: I don't want you to do the dishes, I want you to WANT to do the dishes.
Vince Vaughn's character: Why would anyone want to do the dishes?

Esteban:  That line doesn't even make sense.
Weetabix:  It makes perfect sense. She wants him to want to do the dishes.
Esteban:  Nobody WANTS to do the dishes.
Weetabix:  No, I don't want to do the dishes either. But I want them DONE. That's the point. Everyone should want them to be DONE.
Esteban: I hate that movie. I hate that guy. He's a major douche.
Weetabix:  In the movie? Yeah, kind of. He's supposed to be a douche, though. They both aren't very nice in it. I think that's why the movie failed.
Esteban:  No, in real life. I hate that guy. He looks like every asshole frat boy that ever was. I think I'm just incredibly jealous that he was putting a shot into HER.
Weetabix:  I like him. I like him a LOT. In fact, I wouldn't mind if he put a shot into ....um, yeah, he's good.
Esteban: Yes, but you always go for the douchebags because you have no taste. Case in point (gestures at self).

I do have taste, by the way, although I do have a fault in that I can see the sexiness in guys who aren't typically considered sexy. Like Sarah Silverman, I have a major weakness for slightly linebacker-y, slightly chubby guys. Seth Rogen. Jack Black. And Vince Freaking Vaughn. But what I like, the writer of the cover story in next month's Esquire, does not find quite as appealing. Note the opening paragraph, with all of the embedded potshots at Vaughn's weight:

The new Vanity Fair is out and Kate looks oh so ah-may-zing on the cover: an ode to Catherine Deneuve in Belle de Jour, shot by Steven Meisel. But does she look a little too ah-may-zing? Some, er, "journalists" think so. According to People, The Sun calls bullshit on claims from Kate's publicist that there has been no airbrushing whatsoever, (the magazine disagrees and says there is some but it's minor), and The Telegraph has launched an um, investigation, citing the 33-year-old star's historic battle with the brush:

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Clearly I have GGILFs (Goofy Guys I'd Like To----) on the brain this week, but I have to say that I'm kind of crushed to learn that Seth Rogen is shedding weight for a movie role. He'll be suiting up as the Green Hornet and needed to acquire the necessary hard body to fill out the Spandex. Check his new bod out here. However, he is less than impressed by his new body:

"I've been eating better and training -- and hating myself for it. I feel like a sell out, I feel lame, I feel like a guy I would make fun of." (Source)

Oh Seth, baby, I'm so sorry that you are unhappy. You're not a sell out. You're not lame. You're still hilarious and sexy in your own clumsy and adorable kind of way. Just think of the experience like the reverse Bridget Jones, except that after you're finished filming, you can stop paying your scary personal trainer and go back to a sane fitness plan that doesn't make you THROW UP. As for my own selfish needs, can I say right now that I'm eagerly awaiting the release of Zack and Miri Make a Porno (you can see a totally NSFW trailer over on BuzzSugar) and not just because I really enjoy the film oeuvre of Kevin Smith (and yes I even enjoyed Jersey Girl) but because it's going to be a fond elongated glimpse of that body that made me feel all tingly in Knocked Up.

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Our girl crush Christina Hendricks was recently Page Six's covergirl and has a sumptuous spread in the rag. I'd really like to believe that she's the poster girl for loving every inch of your body as it is, even if it's not the Body of the Moment, but even though she's leaving countless ardent fans drooling in her wake, Christina is still clearly feeling the contemporary pressure to fit society's beauty ideal.

Still, that's not to say she hasn't been pressured to jump on the starve-yourself bandwagon. "I was a model for years, and even when I was 19 years old and 115 pounds [and 5´8˝], my agency said, 'Your ankles are a little large. If you could lose 10 pounds, that would be really great,'" she says. "I've always had boobs and hips, even when I was 115 pounds. And here I am, much heavier than when I was modeling, and all of a sudden people are giving me positive feedback. Sure, I'd be happier with 10 pounds off--wouldn't every woman? But at the same time, when I looked at myself in those red carpet pictures, I thought, 'Oh my God, I looked beautiful.' I didn't tear myself apart."

Translation:  I love my body! Damn, I'm fat though. I'm awesome and beautiful and sexy and those modeling people were very very mean and totally right.

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When asked who they wish they looked like, 87 percent of women polled said "Angelina Jolie." The remaining 13 percent are either crazy or didn't understand the question. I just made-up that statistic, but it wouldn't surprise me if the numbers were somewhere in that range, because the woman is a beautiful woman. She got far too skinny, just last year, and then she was pregnant, and now she is nursing, and in general, she has spent the entire time being beautiful at every size, doing every thing she does.

You know, I look at candid photos that tabloids like to run, under headings that go "Stars! They're just like us!" and usually, it makes me tired. I'm supposed to be grateful that someone as totally wonderful and special as Sarah Jessica Parker deigns to perform ordinary life chores just like me? I am supposed to crap myself with glee that Jessica Alba straps on some running shoes and takes her dog out for a walk in an effort to maintain her cardiovascular fitness and also provide her pet with some happiness and sunshine? No.

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I knew that Dita Von Teese was a petite little thing of lusciousness, but I guess I had no idea how wee she really was. We all know how impossibly tiny you must be to model lingerie, but these two lovely girls look like they could crush Dita with one swing of their pretty gloved arms. And then I feel badly about myself for thinking that, because I shouldn't make comparisons, not between myself and anyone and certainly not between other people. Except...just look at her! She's so tiny! She's like a living Madame Alexander doll!

Do you ever catch yourself making comparisons and then feel badly about it afterward? I mean, clearly, it's not fair to Dita or those models. On the surface, I don't think it really affects me, since I haven't been within spitting distance of Dita's bone structure since I was in utero. It's like feeling bad because you can't act as well as Meryl Streep or can't keep your house as perfect as Martha Stewart. Not only am I not on the same playing field as Dita or Meryl or Martha, I'm not even in the same city. Isn't there a point at which you become so sensitive to body issues that you would have to start absolutely ignoring bodies at all and not even notice differences whatsoever? But then I think about an appreciation for, say, Halle Berry's complexion, which is unbelievably gorgeous (and the reason that she gets those cosmetic endorsements). To be able to appreciate her complexion, you must also notice the color of her skin, but does that make you a racist? I don't think so. And I think that noticing Dita Von Teese's weeness falls into the same category. I'm noticing the difference but not putting a value on her size or devaluing myself or the two models for not matching Dita's stature. Fine line? Or am I just fooling myself?

Shortly after my call for kindness, Ricky Gervais, the brilliant mind behind The Office, has a completely different take on the best way to motivate for weight loss:

"I don't think there's enough stigma. With all the political correctness now, and the fact that food is so refined, there's no stigma any more. I laugh about being fat but I should be ashamed. I should walk down the street and have people shouting 'Fatty'. That's what I want, to get me out of it."

Wow, shades of Alton Brown much?

Although, seriously, I really think this is a case of a news reporter not quite getting Gervais's dry sense of humor, because he continues the interview, suggesting that all high-calorie food be placed in special rooms that are only accessible through very small doors or tunnels. Can't you totally see David Brent suggesting that? Although this isn't the first time that he's gone off on a fat hate litany, so maybe the Shame/Very Small Tube plan is something the man really believes in. If so, wow. Just...wow.