Jennifer Garner Gets Nasty—Shocker!

Jennifer Garner wins most unfriendly at Pink Party

It's what we've been telling you all for years now: Jennifer Garner is very Sarah Palin-esque. In your emails, reader responses and Q's, you're always asking why I have it out for Jen 'n' Ben, it seems. Well, I don't at all. I just think J's kind of a sucky, not-nice person.

Then again, I probably would be, too, if I were trapped in a marriage (for the second time) that wasn't working. See, we had a slight run-in with her at the Pink Party Sat night. While every other celeb happily posed for pics and shared their insights on charity, Palin and other cancerous sitches, Jen's 'tude was totally unnecessary. Yet most predictable.

First prob was her ensemble: jeans and a blue preggers top. We'll give her credit when due, because Jenny's usually fairly dress-savvy when it comes to events, but it looked like she couldn't even be bothered to put on a boobalicious blouse or something.

Darling, you may be hated, but you're still a star.

Also, as J.G. coasted the carpet, she just looked pissy and miserable between her camera smiles. Like when she's with Ben.

And although she didn't do interviews, we had a brief, lingering moment with the former Alias vamper: Personal vendetta aside, we wished Jen congrats and casually asked if she's been thinking of baby names. An easy softball. Something appropriate to the event, which was, after all, about healing.

Suddenly, Ms. G decided this was simply the perf time to whip out from that limited acting closet her best sarcastic-angry-thirtysomething woman. Like a misunderstood housewife from Burbank, Jen-hon hissed, "Yeah, I'm gonna come and give you a list," rolling her eyes and wobbling down the rest of the carpet.

While I'm sure Missus Affleck was present with good intentions for Elyse Walker's Cedars-Sinai Women's Cancer Research Institute, the vitriol seemed a bit much. It was almost as if we'd been saying her current marriage was doomed or something. Sheesh, even Vanessa Minnillo cut us some slack and chatted with us for a while about the importance of this charity despite her personal feelings toward moi.

Next time, pull a big ol' truth-distorting publicist out of your arse, J.G., so you don't bring down the good vibes at such a fab affair.