Sadly, another year passes without me winning a Harper's Bazaar Women of the Year Award. I gave up on the male categories for accolades years ago when I realized that I was so super manly, that I had completely circumnavigated the circle of gender and might find myself up for some chick honorariums. Maybe next year.
As for this year, the awards in London were still well-worth attending, if just for the sight of two delightful views in the form of Gillian Anderson flashing a good bit of cleave on the red carpet (we will never stop dreaming of Gillian Anderson) and the underrated Emily Blunt, who was pretty damn amazing in Looper and even more amazing when dolled up for the big lights on big nights. I'm not exactly sure how Harper's Bazaar votes on such awards, but I'm guessing it must have something to do with surveying men about secret faptastic favorites, because Gillian and Emily make many a man's list in that regard. Enjoy.