Katie Holmes just debuted her latest haircut, a shorn crop that’s only a few scissor-snips away from GI Jane territory.  What do you think: love it, hate it, or couldn’t care less?  (In which case, I say to you: Which celebrity does get your beauty motor revving?)

PS: I love it.  Seriously.  Love it.

Photo from DailyMail.co.uk

Okaay.  Katie Holmes‘ hair is up to some very strange things here.  How many cans of hairspray do you think had to die to make this ‘do live?  I’ve missed you and your weird hairstyles, Mrs. Cruise.

Suri, meanwhile, is just chilling, like, “Um, yes, I am adorable.  What up.”

Photo from People.com

Katie’s returning to TV this fall, guest-starring on Eli Stone, alongside Jonny Lee Miller, who is of course Angelina Jolie’s ex-husband.

By now you’ve surely seen photos from last night’s MTV Movie Awards, so I won’t bother posting all my favorites…mostly because there was nothing that really blew me away.  Instead, this awards show cemented for me the fact that we have relented to the onslaught of trashiness.  The Socialite Who Shall Not Be Named paved the way, and the elevation of people like Tila Tequila (who actually looked pretty on this occasion, egads!) to “star” status shows that the apocalypse is near.  (Or that we’re all just really effing bored.)  Either way, our standards = all-time low.  No group of girls better epitomizes this than the Pussycat Dolls, who were once a cool, neo-feminist, let’s-use-sex-in-an-empowering-way dance troupe.  Somewhere along the way they became a corporate marketing machine, symbolic of the “If you don’t look like a porn-star, you are not sexy” madness that seems to have overtaken Hollywood.

Collagen-enhanced lips?  Triple layers of bronzer?  Spackled on foundation?  Waist-length extensions?  The gang’s all here!  I want to veto this type of “beauty” as the standard, please.  It’s tired, it’s classless and nobody wins.

And in this corner we have people with some true star (not to mention staying) power.  Call me naive, but I think this might actually be Sarah Jessica Parker’s real hair.  Sure, the figure-skating shoes are a little bizarre, but her ensemble is fun and sexy without being tasteless.  The fact that Katie Holmes sported jeans, a Sgt. Pepper’s-style jacket and that messy, cute little-girl hairdo to one of the most raucous red carpet events of the year is awesome.

Is it just me, or does Katie Holmes look like a sixty-five year old Greek shipping wife here?  All this ensemble needs is a Judith Leiber clutch and AARP membership card!  So confused.

Photo: Novo-Steve-Miki-Obi/National Photo Group from People.com

Jezebel asks the question: Katie Holmes, Stunning or Scary?  You know, while first looking at this picture, I thought, “Stunning!”  But then I looked a little harder into her eyes, and my blood ran cold.  (What do you think?) Regardless, I am digging La Kate’s hair so much this year that I can’t even deal with it.  And little Suri?  I don’t care that people are speculating she may be the spawn of L. Ron Hubbard.  She is still the cutest baby in the history of the world and melts my cold baby-fearing heart more than I’d like to admit.   (And, seriously, it’s just sad when you’re jealous of a toddler’s wardrobe.)

I am suffering from a severe affliction; we’ll call it Kob-itis.  You see, I cannot get enough of Katie Holmes’ Pob (Posh bob, bien sur), which she has so thoroughly made her own that I now consider it a Kob (Katie bob).  Here she is yesterday at the LA premiere of Mad Money, Tom dangling goofily from her arm, hair shining like nobody’s business.  (Spray gloss works wonders!  Bumble and bumble Bb. shine is one of my favorites because it doesn’t weigh your hair down or leave it greasy; in general, I prefer shine sprays to serums for this very reason.)  Who would have ever predicted just a few short years ago that Katie would become the star and Tom’d be the appendage?  Not I, my dears, not I.

Not digging this latest Katie Holmes look, which teeters on the edge of caricature.  It looks to me like what somebody on SNL might wear to parody Katie, don’t you think?  While I love how polished and sleek she’s been recently as she continues to evolve and define her personal style, here she’s indistinguishable from Vogue’s Anna Wintour…who is in her late fifties.  Chic, to be sure, but part of the enjoyment of beauty and fashion is looking your personal best, and at twenty-nine Katie is simply too young to have such shellacked hair.  (It’s still shiny as hell, though!  Oh, yeah, and I’d kill for that coat.)

If shine spray or serum isn’t your bag, try a glossing cream, which can be distributed on the ends of hair to soften and add gleam without weighing hair down or making it greasy.  I love John Frieda Secret Weapon Flawless Finishing Cream and Fekkai Glossing Cream

Weeks after her mysterious hospitalization, Gwyneth Paltrow emerges—a vision all in pink—triumphant, glowing, blushing, fabulous at a Gucci/Unicef charity event.  Am I alone in my Gwyn-dulation?

Gwynnie, I didn’t even realize how much I missed you. 

The Other Gwen: Miss Stefani looking pretty damn gorgeous with her signature platinum hair, black liner and red lips.  I’m not digging Demi Moore’s goth hair, however—although you do have to give her credit for chugging the ol’ youth elixir 

After a brief moment of awesomeness, Katie Holmes is creeping me out again.  Event chair Madonna looks splendid, but I think this shade of blond is too yellow for her