Rib tickling

So I was watching the Oscars last night, while stuffing myself with Marks and Spencers choux pastry (It's no ordinary choux pastry...) and I noticed a trend on the red carpet. You are nobody but no body in Hollywood unless you have a xylophone chest. And I'm not talking just the odd bone sticking out - no sorry that won't cut it. You've got to have your entire rib cage poking through - we want to see lungs baby - enough so you can play your chest like an instrument rib by rib. Oh what a hollow sound it's sure to emanate. And then I thought, they may have their millions, and their fame, and look amazing in their ridiculously overpriced gowns (Charlize Theron boasted that her dress was flown first class from Paris! First class! Like, what? Did it have it's own seat? Did they serve it champagne? For such an ugly looking thing - I mean really what was with the bow - it seemed to have struck it pretty lucky)... Anyway for all that they have, they can't do one thing - and that is stuff their faces with custard and cream and chocolate all rolled into a rich pastry. It may not be much, but hey at least I got that over them. Suckers. Dont know what they're missing...