A Post In Which I Marvel Over Katie Holmes's Completed Transformation

I get it. People Grow Up. It can sometimes feel very drastic and unsettling, though. Especially with Katie Holmes. And especially when you see her grow up on a show like Dawson's Creek, which you watch religiously even after the first season which was the only good season, because the music tells you how to feel and the romance stuff, albiet cheesy, is pretty firey, and sad-sack Dawson and PO'd about life Joey sort of remind you of yourself and your boy BFF in high school, but not really, because you never went out, and you didn't like him like that, anyway.

Okay, look. It's not just the new hair, which has fully evolved from girl-next-door longish-blowsy to clipped, impossibly-sleek-beyond-words, Posh Spice Bob But With Bangs. It's not just her wardrobe, which began with clunky AE-ish sandal wedges and ill-fitting boyfriend jeans and now feature white pantsuits, ball gowns, and crazy-fabulous gold sequin capelets that look like a disease devouring her neck. Or her overall demeanor, from sweet and innocent to robotic-sultry and oddly lifeless. It's not just the men, cycling through poor Joshua Jackson, on to lady-eater Chris Klein and now...well, you know who she's with now. It's everything. It's all of that and more. Katie has gone from 14 to 40 in about a year's time. It disturbs me beyond the point that it should, and because I devote a good portion of my life to useless ephemera like this, I feel the need to document it here for posterity. Today is the day that I quit you, Kate. If that's even your real name.