I'll never let go, Kate...I'll never let go

I've always adored Kate Winslet. I don't think there's a film of hers I don't love and every time I've seen her on any kind of television spot, she seems like some random person they pulled off the street who is just there to chit chat rather than the youngest women to ever rack up 5 Oscar nominations.

If you watch any of her films, it's obvious she is amazingly talented as an actress. She's banned fashion magazines from her home in case the thin models influence her daughter, her style mantra is "whatever fits and whatever works," she's stated repeatedly that she loves her body whatever way it is.

As a bonus, she's easy on the eyes. We're talking easy like Sunday morning-easy.

And even though I hate Oprah, I love, love, love this clip. God bless your real breasts indeed, Kate.




Sidebar: In any and all future conversations that may directly or indirectly refer to my breasts, I'm going to try my best to somehow work in the sentence, "...when they race for sanctuary under my armpits when I lay on my back?"