Embodiment of starlight whispers Shailene Woodley gave Vanity Fair a litany of praise for the women of Hollywood. Woodley has a fresh badge as a girl-on-girl crime-stopper, and she is listing names, slapping compliments, and showering the world with a natural mountain spring of her affection.
In no particular order (never an order! — all people should be admired, all at once, simultaneously, at every moment that the Earth spins below the moon), Woodley praises:
• Laura Dern. (She sleeps at her house! Laura’s the best! They're crazy similar.)
• Kate Winslet. (Also the best! The best actor to look up to!)
• Kirsten Dunst. (Also so into spring water!)
• Stevie Nicks. (So skilled at being herself! The best at being Stevie.)
But the most seemingly random and unfettered lionizing is for hot-button issue begetter Miley Cyrus. Woodley gushes, "Miley isn’t rude or mean or cruel to anyone in her actions. She just does herself ... She’s not in the world doing mean things. Why are all these parents or all these people freaking out about Miley being herself?"
Phew. She did it. She defended a person who could perhaps use a little defending. Now maybe Woodley will get lovely golden epaulets and a new title like Special Jurisdiction Commissioner: Praise Division (just a thought!).