In a "candid Q & A" with a still-pregnant-as-of-press-time Saint Angelina, EW covers a great many topics, but it was their bold line of questioning regarding a mysterious apparition that most interested us. Like the face of the pillow-lipped, orphan-collecting altruist herself, whom we recently discovered on a sacred Eggo waffle (and which we ended up smothering in syrup and consuming against our better judgment), a tattoo appeared seemingly out of nowhere on the lower back of her genetically perfect life-partner, Brad Pitt. It's meaning was not known. Some postulated that it might be an ancient map leading to a lost glass-headed alien temple deep in the South American jungle. We ourselves thought we had cracked the Brad Coinslot Code when an anonymous caller with an impenetrably thick Italian accent phoned in a bogus tip. As it turns out, however, it was nothing quite so arcane:
What's the deal with Brad's new tattoo?
I drew that. We went to Davos. It's not that we were bored at the World Economic Forum, but one night we didn't have anything to do, so I was drawing on his back.
So it's not permanent?
It is. But I was just sketching.
On him, yeah.
And you thought, ''Let's make it a tattoo''?
He just liked it! The picture everybody saw was kind of awkward, but it just lines up beautifully on his back, just enhances the part of the body I like.
So it doesn't mean anything per se.
I mean, it's meaningful in that it's us making angles and shapes out of each other's body, that kind of a thing.
There you have it: It was the product of erotic body-doodling—just one of the couple's literally hundreds of time-killing activities when stranded in a luxury suite. As frivolous as it sounds, these are the kinds of things one must resort to when you're too too famous to even wander into a hotel lobby, for fear of being mobbed by locals hoping you might want to add one of their excess, goes-with-anything Swiss children to your growing collection.