Girl, Stop
An open letter to Jennifer Love Hewitt: Learn from Carson
Dear Jennifer Love Hewitt (aka the original J.Lo),
Kindly, for the sake of your one-time fans, fade into obscurity with some grace.
The Ghost Whisperer, a grasp at straws whose premise — let's be honest with each other here — is laughable, has been cancelled. I, too, hear the murmurs that ABC might pick the show up, to the probable delight of its loyal, few, and basement-dwelling fans.
But I would advise that you just Let. It. Go.
Quit while you're not on top, but not yet careening head-first to bottom. For the love of all that is right and virtuous in this world, do not resort to your staid press-mongering tactics like vajazzling, rumors of engagement to gremlin-faced C-Listers or well-publicized body image crises.
You, my dear, are an actress. (I remember Can't Hardly Wait). Such tactics are reserved for the Kim/Khloe/Kourtney Kardashians of the world, and (bless) you're not there yet.
But you are slipping tragically into Tara Reid territory — let's not make it trajectile. You've already both been dumped by Carson Daly — an unfortunate common blow — and I'd rather you keep your head above her (that's not just) water.
Kindest Regards,
C. Gallay
