Julia Stiles graces the cover of this month's Marie Claire, and I've never been more grateful for cover blurbs, because I honestly don't think I'd know who she was if they hadn't told me. She's got one of those faces that just looks like other people, and never sticks around long enough in your head for you to permanently attach a name to it. Naomi Watts is the same.
Anyway, when she isn't telling us that she's often mistaken for a Scandinavian tourist on the street of New York (See! I'm not the only one who can't recognize her!), she reveals that she can be found sucking on her blanky. Really:
"Stiles does have one secret weapon for combating homesickness: her security blanket, Blanky, which was given to her when she was a baby by her great-aunt and namesake, Julia. (Blanky, for the record, is a he.......)
........She's had to grapple with more important Blanky issues at home, too: For instance, is there room enough in her bed for her male blanket and a real, live male? 'Oh, I can share my blanky,' she says."
TMI, Julia. Waaay TMI.