I still can’t figure out why Baltimore native Jada Pinkett Smith gives a flying foxtail on a Friday about what a comedian says about her beautiful bald head.
I know we don’t talk about Jada — there are consequences — but this space isn’t being broadcast around the world and frankly, I doubt L.A. celebrities have given up the Hollywood Reporter in favor of this gritty city’s ink-stained publication, so let’s risk it.
Pinkett Smith arrived on the red carpet in a blaze of forest green and the fashion world swooned, laying every admiration at her feet. The Jean Paul Gaultier couture gown, with a train nearly as long as she was tall, bathed her in a mysterious Mother Earth like glow. Her smile beckoned and her chameleon eyes sparkled, daring anyone to even look beyond her masterfully sculpted brows.
