Jennifer Aniston

NEW YORK - Jennifer Aniston wears a tie — and nothing else — on the January cover of GQ magazine.
This image provided by GQ magazine shows actress Jennifer Aniston on the cover of the magazine's January 2009 issue. Aniston wears a tie _ and nothing else _ on the January cover of GQ magazine. The 39-year-old actress strips down and shows off her toned and tanned body next to the headline "Is it just us or is Jennifer Aniston getting hotter?" (AP Photo/GQ)

The 39-year-old actress strips down and shows off her toned body next to the headline: "Is it just us or is Jennifer Aniston getting hotter?"
Joking about the relentless media coverage of herself, ex-husband Brad Pitt and Pitt's partner Angelina Jolie, Aniston tells the magazine: "The funny thing is that people don't realize we all go away to the Hamptons on the weekends."
Not exactly. Says Aniston: "But can you imagine? That'd be hysterical: I've got Zahara on my hip, and Knox ..."

As for Jolie's past remarks about falling for Pitt on the set of "Mr. & Mrs. Smith," Aniston says: "No daggers through the heart. I laugh. Am I surprised? ... Considering the source, nothing surprises me."

Sure, the ultimate Girl Next Door actually lives next to a permanent colony of paparazzi, and yeah, the relationship thing hasn’t exactly been a fairy tale. But Jennifer Aniston is in control (does that look like a body under duress?), overhauling her image (she’s ready to play a cougar!), and getting what she needs from a notorious swordsman eight years her junior (not that there’s anything wrong with that)
By Mark Kirby

It’s a sunny afternoon in late October, and Jennifer Aniston and I are having lunch inside the bright, modern Beverly Hills home she uses as an office, talking about the 24/7 unscripted drama—call it The Jen Show—whose mobile production unit is parked right out front. Arriving for our meeting, I’d watched three paparazzi SUVs speed by, rip some Grand Theft Auto–style doughnuts in the street, and station their vehicles facing downhill, positioned for pursuit. There seem to be about a half-dozen paps outside—a slow day on the set. Last week’s episode, “The One Where Jen and John Mayer Get Back Together,” drew twenty men who trailed her constantly, jockeying for those exclusive photos of the couple that have fetched as much as $20,000. Today’s crew are just staffers, guys who stalk Aniston full-time for photo agencies like X17.

“Yesterday I pulled up to one truck and rolled down my window,” she says, leaning in. “I go, ‘Let me just ask, this is every day? Every day now? Is there a way we could make this a little bit saner?’ It’s just not human to walk around with twenty cars following you—there’s no ease. Maybe they do want you to get all Mariah Carey on yourself and be put into an institution. I miss the days when they hid in the bushes.”
There’s an edge to the way Aniston jokes about the public’s obsession with her life, especially when she describes the ill will she harbors for the anonymous parasites who chronicle the burgers she eats, the gas she pumps, the trash she takes out. At one point, I mention that one of the guys out front has a ladder in the back of his 4Runner. “That’s illegal!” she snaps. The ladder, if used to peep over her towering hedges, would violate California privacy law. “I hope he hits something.” She pauses, realizing how that sounds. “It’s terrible when you wish horrible things on other human beings.”

Name
Jennifer Aniston
Birth Date
February 11, 1969
Birth Place
Sherman Oaks, Calif.