Jillian won't sit for an interview. She eludes, I tell you. Honestly, her life and her make-up are so much more interesting and valuable and revealing than all of Will's put together. She insists, fairly vehemently, that all this disclosure, all of this advertising of things that really happened are best left unposted, comprende? It's frustrating to know how much one solitary interview would add to this meandering tale of love in the A-list brand. Oh I've thought about one of those imaginary just pretend versions because I could be Jilly as easy as being myself. But why bother? It's like comparing the excretion of fine food to fine food or, stay with me here, using Matt Taibbi's fine description of Barclay's theft "This is the world's biggest banks stealing money that would otherwise have gone toward textbooks and medicine and housing for ordinary Americans, and turning the cash into sports cars and bonuses for the already rich. It's the equivalent of robbing a charity or a church fund to pay for lap dances." Jill is to perfect what Will is to WTF?. And like Oprah says "Surround yourself with only people who are going to lift you higher." Can you hear me from way up here?