Ummm...

Is that all this is about? I thought LOVE was the thing, clearly I am wrong.

...and it was all about looks... until I actually met her, we fell in love, and had an illegitimate love-child which we barely managed to keep out of the tabloids long enough to smuggle off to an adoption clinic.

Oh. Wait. I've never met Dakota, and don't pretend to know a damn thing about her. I'm terribly in love with Lupita, yes, but the minute I start to think that anything whatsoever that I think about Ms. Fanning is about love, rather than, say, appearance, acting skills, or any of the things people who have never met her do know, please feel free to lock me in the nuthouse as some sort of deranged stalker.

Luckily, that's not the case. I don't pretend like I actually know her, or a damn thing about the person she really is. 'n barring something improbable, I probably never will.

That's the truth of the silver screen, folks. Come to terms with it before you end up on the 11 o' clock news, k?