BARBARA WALTERS GOTTA CRUSH

                                                                

Fascinating.
A big word.
Barbara Walters gets a minor Whew! for associating it with Tom Cruise in 2008.
Verdict: Barbara must have a crush on him.
No offense, Barbara. You rock. It's just Cruise ain't Fascinatin'.
Scientologically weird? Sure. Traditionally Hollywood by way of trading in wife No. 1 for a way younger wife No. 2? Oh yeah. Profound moron for sitting there, scrotum and all, passing any sort of judgment on Brook Shields' postpartum issues? You Betcha. Infantile for jumping on Oprah's perfect, life-changing sofa that everyone who is anyone - and those of us who are categorically noone - covets? Can't even go there. But nowhere near fascinating.
If Barbara wanted a cute Hollywood boy to stick in between Rush and Miley, we get that. How about Brad, the also cute Hollywood boy who unloaded a nice girl everybody wants to be Friends with for a woman with 39 tattoos who adorned herself in her previous husband's blood? Might be Fascinatin'.