Yeah, yeah. Hot girl, great actress, whatever. Then you actually read the article, which begins like this: january wants to go to the Chili’s near the H Gates. She loves the queso there. Loves it even though it doesn’t always come in one of those little cast-iron skillets like at regular Chili’s and they don’t have a “red beer” (beer and tomato juice) here like she’s seen at the franchise’s other midwestern outlets And then you learn that her first LA boyfriend wasn’t very supportive of her acting, “He was like, I don’t think you’re going to be good at this. So—fuck you!” And then there’s this quote about high school: “I hung out with dudes in high school,” she says. “We were the hippies—into the Dead, Zeppelin, Phish. I was a lifeguard at the water park, and I remember the day Jerry died.” Jones goes on to talk about her love of Bud Light (she once drank 26 beers in a night), her musical tastes ranging from  OK Computer to Mos Def, and explains that her perfect man is “James Brolin in Amityville Horror, minus the horror. A guy with a beard who can swing an ax.” At the end of the piece, as she proclaims, “Dear men of America, I like beer, I like football. I’m probably the most interesting girl you’ll ever meet,” it hits you: January Jones is not human. She’s a perfectly-synthesized cybernetic organism, sent back in time to destroy mankind as we know it, and we’re all fucked. (via evangotlib:whatevs)

Yeah, yeah. Hot girl, great actress, whatever. Then you actually read the article, which begins like this:

january wants to go to the Chili’s near the H Gates. She loves the queso there. Loves it even though it doesn’t always come in one of those little cast-iron skillets like at regular Chili’s and they don’t have a “red beer” (beer and tomato juice) here like she’s seen at the franchise’s other midwestern outlets

And then you learn that her first LA boyfriend wasn’t very supportive of her acting, “He was like, I don’t think you’re going to be good at this. So—fuck you!”

And then there’s this quote about high school:

“I hung out with dudes in high school,” she says. “We were the hippies—into the Dead, Zeppelin, Phish. I was a lifeguard at the water park, and I remember the day Jerry died.”

Jones goes on to talk about her love of Bud Light (she once drank 26 beers in a night), her musical tastes ranging from  OK Computer to Mos Def, and explains that her perfect man is “James Brolin in Amityville Horror, minus the horror. A guy with a beard who can swing an ax.”

At the end of the piece, as she proclaims, “Dear men of America, I like beer, I like football. I’m probably the most interesting girl you’ll ever meet,” it hits you:

January Jones is not human. She’s a perfectly-synthesized cybernetic organism, sent back in time to destroy mankind as we know it, and we’re all fucked.

(via evangotlib:whatevs)