Here at GFY, we are often asked, "Don't you girls like ANYTHING?" The
answer, of course, is no. We hate kittens and babies and Christmas.
We hate presents and kissing and ice cream. We hate lip gloss and
Luke Perry and football.

Listen, of course we like things. We like lots of things. I like all
those things I just mentioned, especially the ice cream. But the
website is not called Hey, I Love Your Outfit.com. That being said,
sometimes we like to feature people wearing things we love
(especially if they often wear things we don't), and sometimes we
like to give a shout out to people who almost always look good. (I
believe the kids used to call this "giving props.") Today, it's the
latter…

How much do we love Kate Winslet? A lot. She never shows up with her
boob hanging out, or wearing formal shorts, or sheer culottes, or
leggings. She doesn't go to Hyde and start yelling about the
characteristics of people's lady parts, or give interviews where she
sniffs that she can't believe people aren't feeding their babies
organic peas grown on their own acreage. She has not hired Rachel Zoe
and wasted away down to a child's size pants. (In fact, in this
week's EW, she says that Emma Thompson once told her that if she
[Kate] lost weight, Emma would "never fucking speak to [her] again,"
and that is one of the reasons we love Emma Thompson, even if she
sometimes shows up places in unflattering bodices.)

And she looks as gorgeous here as ever: lovely dress; amazing skin;
good hair; subtle, classy accessories; fantastic manicure. The thing
about her, of course, is that she almost always looks amazing.

So, well played, Kate Winslet. We here at GFY HQ salute you — for
dressing like a grown-up; for rocking color AND black; for having a
bod that's like the Top of the Line version of the average woman's
body, therefore making it seem sort of accessible, even if it's not;
for always looking classy and interesting but never prim or stuffy;
for not naming your babies, like, Motorbike Pantywaist and Carnation
Pettifour; and for seeming like someone who would go down to the pub
to drink Strongbow and gossip about boys. Well played, indeed.

Source: Go Fug Yourself