I just saw the first photo of Meryl Streep impersonating Julia, and I have been groping for brain bleach ever since. She is beyond annoying to begin with, but just imagining her self-satisfied imitation of the infamous voice gives me worse chills than all those slobs emery-boarding their nails on the C train. It almost makes me wish the movie being made were of another vintage food personality’s life and conquests. And those have been disseminated so far and wide for so long you can almost hear the labia flapping. . . .