We’ve always known that skinny is beautiful for Hollywood (there’s not a love-handle to be seen on Wysteria Lane, and every bony hip and shoulder blade protrudes in a so-called Simple Life.) We make fun of these silly women whose only recompense for denying themselves, every second of every day, is millions of dollars in movie contracts. But have we ever thought about how they feel?

The movie Notting Hill parsed it best – Julia Roberts’ actress character discusses with an admiring group of "normal people" the privations of never being able to eat what she wanted and always being hungry. But it seemed like something only a character in a movie would be brave enough to say.

So color me surprised when this week was labeled P.R.S.B.W.: Publicly Reject Skinny Booty Week.

Portia De Rossi, who fulfilled men’s fantasies a few years ago by announcing she was a lesbian, has blamed years of working next to the teeny-tiny Calista Flockhart as the cause for her eating disorder. In fact, the 5’8" beauty, whose real name is Mandy Rogers, weighed only 82 lbs. in 2000 and was limiting herself to 300 calories a day – the same allowance Jewish prisoners were given by Nazis in the Warsaw concentration camps. She even counted the calories in her toothpaste.

I haven’t weighed 82 lbs since 1992 – when I was 10.

Then Kristin Davis of Sex and the City fame also came forward with tales of weight woe. From being taunted by reporters to being put on the spot by a producer ("Just don’t gain any weight"), her weight was constantly brought up and thrown in her face. Her reaction? Alternating between binge eating and over-exercising.

Now, call me crazy, but Charlotte was the least physically noticeable of the 4 S&TC ladies: Cynthia Nixon’s Miranda was so skinny, her character gained an extra dimension as a workaholic through her appearance alone; Kim Cattrall’s Samantha was so preoccupied with her own curves and throwing them in everyone’s face that it’s only in later seasons that you start to notice the signs of badly-concealed aging; Sarah Jessica Parker’s face and, indeed, her whole tiny physique is dominated by her nose.

Charlotte is the only character whose figure could be described as "pleasant" or "attractive," by Hollywood or any other standards. So what makes a pretty, successful young woman like Davis doubt herself so much? And should we be encouraging and enabling the TV and movie producers who promote this self-doubt?

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Hollywood should take a page from George Clooney’s book. The classy Oscar-winning bachelor is auctioning off his Oscar loot-bag for charity. Not only will Clooney raise money and bring awareness to his favorite cause (whatever it is), he will no longer have to declare the lavish party favors as income on his tax return, as all Oscar guests were told they would be expected to this year.

There, Mom – I talked about George Clooney. No, I am not going to talk about Matthew McConaughey. One is enough. I don’t know what you see in him anyway.

For some reason, Charlie Sheen is bringing up 9/11 again. It seems that Sheen, believes that Bush’s lack of reaction after the first plane collision reports is indicative of either forewarning or an absence of concern brought on by deliberate planning. That’s right, Mr. Denise Richards is airing the possibility that a conspiracy to orchestrate the bombings was planned by the U.S. government.

Why? Because the Twin Towers looked like they "imploded" too perfectly, like a "controlled demolition." Because the Pentagon crash was too unlikely. And because George Bush sat in a classroom for an extra half hour after the attacks and didn’t do a thing for national security.

Well, I’d take the word of a recovering addict over eye-witness reports, video footage (and let’s not forget the "Let’s roll" cell phone call) any day.