On Angelina Jolie and Virignia Woolf

I'm a sucker for Angelina Jolie.

I just can't help it. She fascinates me.

It's got nothing to do with Brad Pitt. I liked her long before he came along.

It's her international thing that draws me in. The adoptions. The philanthropy. The UN speeches. The pop-ups in far-away foreign lands.

Don't we all, on some level, wish we could jet about the globe doing good while enjoying the luxury of a private plane and looking all-out stunning?

Or maybe that's just me.

At any rate, she is my celebrity crush. I easily tune out the torrid Brittany news, but give me a magazine with A.J. on the cover and I'm all over it. So of course I bought the July 2008 Vanity Fair as soon as it hit the stands and greedily devoured the photos and accompanying article.

It wasn't until I had turned the last page that I flipped back to the cover and noticed the tiny print in the lower right corner. It was a quote by Virginia Woolf that I had never seen before, but with which I immediately identified.

It read:

As a woman I have no country. My country is the whole world.