When Kate Bosworth, star of Superman Returns and glamorous thinspiration to millions of fanorexics worldwide, was snapped at a recent New York Fashion Week appearance, not only was one of her succulent convexities visible (follow the arrow, or for the fully uncensored, NSFW experience, go here), so was a toned, sexy six-pack of xiphisternum protrusions. It's enough to make you pity the eavesdropping male nearby, using every probably-gay-bone in his body to keep his view trained on her dazzling, two-tone eyes instead of traveling just twenty degrees south to the smorgasbord of spare goodies on glorious display.

Today's somewhat synchronicitous appearance of both Kate Bosworth nipple-slip (link NSFW) and Lindsay Lohan side-boob photos offers a great time to note where two of Hollywood's hottest young actresses currently fall on the Eating Disorder/Plastic Surgery Axis. While Lohan's signature curves continue an inspiring, if suspicious, rebound after a disputed dalliance with "bulimia" (maybe she's retaining the massive quantities of bottled water she's consuming in the right places?), Bosworth still seems to be travelling further into the direction of Pompeoesque, devastating thinness, indicating her possible adoption of the Big Fat Plate of Nothing Diet. Maybe Bosworth can take some inspiration from the healthy, clean-living Lohan and try to regain her more shapely Blue Crush figure before her body devours her areolas for sustenance, making further nipple-slip photos a much more disturbing affair.

Kate Bosworth and Keira Knightley both became stars playing the leads in films about healthy, headstrong female athletes, which only heightens the irony of what they've become: flesh-covered sticks swimming in size zero designerwear, with barely enough energy to raise their now giant-seeming heads to answer the endless barrage of press junket questions launched at them. As they currently star in the two biggest youth-oriented event movies of the summer, parents of America's impressionable young ladies have taken concerned notice of the trend, fearing that their (mostly obese) children may soon want to start mimicking their skeletal heroines. And as with any media-concocted social panic story, we even get a catchy, new* word by which to identify the phenomenon: "Thinspiration."

· Superman Returns' Kate Bosworth proves that a tastefully exposed, distressingly bony breastplate is a classic that never goes out of style.
· Why couldn't Cindy Crawford get into a party held at her husband's bar? We don't know why, but we expect that someone will launch a full investigation into the matter.
· Star Wars Transformers: We think our inner ten-year-old just had his first boner.
· It's nice that Cher has finally come out on behalf of safer helmets for our military, but that doesn't excuse her unacceptable, decades-long silence on this issue up until now.
· The LA Weekly's Nikki Finke presents a pretty comprehensive guide to why nobody in this town ever seems to be working.

Two species from seemingly opposite ends of the universe—comic book geeks and Robertson Blvd.-wandering trend whores—merged last night as Kitson launched their new line of Superman-themed, heroically overpriced crap. And on hand to help push the $900 Swarovski crystal-encrusted S-shield cocaine-receptacles purses were none other than Superman Returns stars Brandon Routh and Kate Bosworth. A starstruck reporter for Comicbookresources.com sets the scene:

Sure, yesterday a publicist confirmed to People mag that Orlando Bloom and Kate Bosworth officially parted company, but we never believe that couples are truly done exploring the career benefits of a high-profile celebrity union until they start showing up to parties without their erstwhile bed-buddies. Says a reader:

The January issue of GQ goes on sale tomorrow but we offer a sneak peak at a boffo interview with actress Kate Bosworth, star of the box office hits "Blue Crush" and "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton." She also dates Orlando Bloom. Up to speed? Great. She apparently also dispenses wisdom like a gas station snack machine. With a nod to the much-forwarded "Deep Thoughts From Supermodels" from about ten years ago, GQ displays Kate's own necklace of wisdom pearls in a manner that leaves us wondering why they're being so mean. And then why the swimsuit photos? Is this the new ironic sexism? Perhaps it's the gay editors who can't stand pretty actresses or the lonely straight guys who want to hate-fuck them. Either way, here's a sampling of Kate's quick-takes after the jump.