The Crush: Jodie Foster

As some come to terms with the fact that gorgeous George Clooney is soon to be officially off the market, having been ‘unjustly’ snapped up by the Power Woman we would love to hate were she not a human rights lawyer, those of another persuasion are mourning the lost possibility of ever being Jodie Foster’s Oscars plus one (and maybe more). Alas, La Foster has tied the knot, but she did it with so quiet a fanfare (Crush, too, was NFI) that we can’t help but admire this sapphisticat for keeping it classy.

That’s Jodie through and through: her coming-out speech somehow made a hugely important, groundbreaking event seem off the cuff and unrehearsed; her outfits are always chic yet understated; and now her wife — well, she’s just the right choice. ‘Who the heck is she?’ you may ask. To you we say, ‘Quite!’ And then, ‘You’ve clearly never seen The L Word in which she plays a smokin’-hot photographer/seducer.’

Although it saddens us to realise we have missed our chance to enjoy all the things we dreamed about experiencing with Jodie — singing ‘My Name is Tallulah’ in a Japanese karaoke bar, popping round to Ellen and Portia’s for charades, getting locked in a Panic Room together — we are thrilled that the megastar has found love with Alexandra Hedison, a woman who, unlike George’s wife-to-be, won’t be out-alpha-ing her partner any time soon.