If this photo, taken yesterday at the MLB All-Star game at Yankee Stadium, is to be believed, it looks like SJP has finally rid herself of her famous mole.  I’ll admit, while watching old reruns of Sex and the City, my eye is unwillingly drawn to that thing; as the years passed, the mole seemed messier and out of place, as if the beauty equivalent of a once-chic, now-tatty cashmere sweater.  It was charming, but not beautiful.  And yet, now that her mole is gone (at the advice of her dermatologist, perhaps, or simply vanity?), I kind of miss it. 

Photo from Dailymail.co.uk

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.

T-minus two days until we all get to see Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte again.  I barely care about the plot; I just want my cinematic equivalent of a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.  (New York Super Fudge Chunk, please!)  The girls came out yesterday to Radio City Music Hall in New York for the premiere:

Say what you will about the Martian/Saran Wrap-quality of her dress; Sarah Jessica Parker’s still got it.  I adore her with long, loose, sex-kitten hair like this

Cynthia Nixon, Kristin Davis, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Kim Cattrall are sheer perfection.  Bravo, ladies—absolutely flawless!

I love Jennifer Hudson’s dress, but I’m less sure about her Katie Holmes/Posh Spice bob…

Photos from Usmagazine.com