Sorry, I can’t help it. Like many non-lefty homos, I just can’t get enough Camille (as enraged former New Republic readers in the 1990s will recall). Who else could scan the world and come up with this pet peeve:
Inert, over-enlarged, weight-trained hands and limp, dangling arms are my beef against our current crew of starlets – like Kirsten Dunst, who’s appealing enough as an Angie Dickinson without the sizzle but whose klunky man-paws we’ve been forced to contemplate from "Marie Antoinette" through "Spider-Man 3."
Has Camille seen Madonna’s hands lately?
The Dish 