Have you seen the picture of Oksana Grigorievas broken teeth?
Loathe though I am to admit it, I have. I spend entirely too much time online. What do you think? Oddly enough, while I have been hit in the head a lot, I have never suffered damage to my teeth. Moreover, it seems that Grigorieva had veneers on her teeth, and it was these, not the teeth themselves, that were damaged. I don’t have veneers. I also don’t have an abusive boyfriend, and my non-existent jerk boyfriend doesn’t have a multi-million dollar Hollywood career, an ex-wife who divorced him when I became pregnant with his child, or seven children from that failed marriage. I don’t play piano, I wasn’t raised in the Ukraine, I’ve never met or been married to Timothy Dalton, and I’ve never been told, by anyone, that I deserve to be hurt or sexually assaulted. If anyone ever did tell me that, I’m pretty sure I would not be the one who ended up losing a tooth. I certainly wouldn’t have the presence of mind to record the conversation and hire a lawyer. In a nutshell, I’m not Oksana Grigor
