The worst part about my completely conflicting feelings about Reese Witherspoon? The fact that nothing at all seems to indicate how I’m going to feel about her from one day to the next. Sometimes I’ll like one certain kind of photos of her. Other days I won’t. There’s really no rhyme or reason to it. This time, I’m not crazy over Reese. She looks good but not good enough for me to really get excited over them. They’re good but they’re not great. I guess the fact that they’re at least good should count for something.