Who’d have thought 17 years ago that the person running around on stage in a pony tail and showing off her midriff would be on the cover of Vogue. But here’s Gwen Stefani on the cover talking about her husband, Gavin Rossdale, and her kids. Pretty good for a girl who I didn’t think would make it past 25. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” Uh, nothing. *Hides chloroform*
I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t ask her why she stopped aging after 30. Is it a medical condition, crushed baby skulls, tears of the unborn? What’s her secret? I mean, I’ve crushed so many baby skulls and nothing. What’s the deal?