“I definitely believe in plastic surgery,” she says. “I don’t want to be an old hag. There’s no fun in that.” And just like that, Scarlett Johansson has squandered all the goodwill I had towards her from Lost in Translation. That is the most ridiculous, fawning, simpering, bloody stupid interview I’ve ever read. I won’t insult your intelligence with her thoughts on menopause and why old men like “young, fertile, fruitful” women like her. (Memo to Scarlett: It has nothing to do with “eviction” and more to do with your ass.) She sounds like a self-important little girl playing dress-up and throwing out dime-store philosophies to justify her own exploitation. Grrr.