And of course, she's looking at the camera. Such a narcissist.

Remember about five or ten years ago when she was on the cover of every goddamn magazine even remotely related to entertainment? I'm sure if Popular Mechanics had asked her to be on the cover she would have done it, provided they picked her up in a limo, supplied Evian water, brought her trainer, catered truffles, pâté de fois gras, and snake urine soup, let her bring tamarin monkeys, wove a carpet made from baby hair for her to walk on, commissioned Philip Glass to write a symphony in her honor, bought her the Yankees, made her pope, killed Ben Affleck, and gave her a ride home on the space shuttle.

Animatronics? Great Moments with Jennifer Lopez anyone?

I like tacos and burritos!

... as well as my TV, kettle and 250 pounds I left in the box of teabags.