teri hatcher

I'm in Vegas for my friends O & D's birthday bash. Walking into the tower suite lobby of Wynn Hotel, I passed a woman in a floor-length evening gown. The dress, a blend of browns and yellows, showed off her slender long body reminiscent of a Bond girl.

"I guess there actually are real-life people who look like that," I thought. "Vegas is truly the land of beauties."

My immediate next impulse was to stare at the man holding her arm. What kind of man can land a woman with that caliber of looks? He was tall, with pleasant features and a shaved head.

I walked fifteen seconds into the elevator bay, where I ran into D, one of the birthday boys.

"Did you see Teri Hatcher?" he said. "She just walked by."

You know how some people chase celebrities and ogle them without any attempt at discretion? They give no thought to the celebrity's privacy, and they forego their own self-dignity in gawking and pointing.

Yeah, I'm totally like that.

"WHAT?" I said to D, and dragged him back out to the reception lobby. He good-humoredly moved in a pointless circle with me, to get a good look to verify whether it's her. She had her back to us, so we didn't reach a conclusion.

Three hours later, as I ambled through the lobby to meet my group for clubbing, I again passed the woman on her way back to her suite. It is definitely Teri Hatcher.

Some people like to talk about how media distorts beauty, and how models are photoshopped to look skinnier, and no one actually looks as good in real life as they do on TV. Therefore real-life women should feel better about their blemishes and love handles, because media perfection is unachievable.

Teri Hatcher last night proved this to be bullshit. Because she really does look exactly like this, if not better: