As I was saying last week, Tara Reid is just like Batman: by day, she is that hot young woman, looking well groomed and pretty and all; by night, she turns into this drunken mess who slurs her words and can't stand on her own two feet.

What we have here today is an exception to that rule: this time, she is neither hot nor drunk! Still a mess, though... Let's take things slowly: Tara spent the Christmas holiday getting a well-deserved tan at St Barts and prancing on the beach with a cigarette in her hand. Who said we've lost the Christmas spirit?

Speaking of which, Miss Reid knows something about that too: at one point during her stay at the resort, she came out wearing a Santa hat and a bikini that resembled Santa's belt. This makes it even worse for us and, for the first time, we feel sorry that we can't verify whether Santa has that much cellulite as Tara here.

The point with Tara is this: the woman either hasn't got enough money to pay for a good surgeon or she is being scammed. For her to look like this less than three months after she announced she would be getting back on the doctor's table to fix her sagging plastic boobs and her horrible tummy tuck, it's gross. If THIS is what she understood by 'fix', maybe she should consult a dictionary because that's not what people normally understand by the term.


That much loose flesh on the abdomen and the orange-like skin is certainly a problem that many women (hell, most of them) face in everyday life but, at least, they have the common sense not to show their bodies like Tara. Plus, they don't have the money to undergo all that plastic surgery like celebrities do so that's a good place to start with.

But Tara... well... I don't even know what to say. Except, maybe: girl, if you have it, please, please (pretty please!!!) don't flaunt it!