It's nice to see a girl like Jessica Simpson in this state. Not wearing lip-plumping gloss or a lifting and separating bustier, without the trimmings and trappings of heavily-styled Hollywood glamour, without the entourage and the PR people and the LazRbrite smile. Just a girl in her hookup's shirt, wearing a look of hungover, bitter regret while doing the morning-after walk of shame.



Stars. They're just like US.

Despite recent, vehement claims that she turned down the advances of Maroon 5's Adam Levine, Jessica was seen retiring to his room at the Chateau Marmont, and leaving, all disheveled and most likely smelling of groin juice and ProTools the next morning. Or so says PageSix.com:

Our spy swears Jessica Simpson took a break from partying with Kirsten Dunst the other night to disappear into Maroon 5 man-whore Adam Levine's room - and didn't emerge until the next morning. "She was picked up by her best friend, Cacee Cobb, that morning," our snitch tattled. Simpson's rep has steadfastly shot down rumors of a romance with the skirt-chasing singer in the past.

You know what? Good for her. No, seriously. We were all prepared to make fun of her choice of mancandy. Maroon FIVE? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. But then we thought of her previous husbands/hookups: a dude from 98 Degrees and a couple of guys who beat each other up while cramming things in their anal cavities. Jess has definitely traded up. Good on ya, old gal.

Shameful Jess and her Nude Review: at MrSkin.com.