Jennifer Lopez— singer, actress, dancer, paid Fiat aficionado, warm and fuzzy American Idol judge, and unrepentant sparkle addict— has finally gotten on the line to chat about, among other things, her newest role as roving fairy godmother. This comes after no small number of cancellations and postponements, all in all taking weeks to fulfill this promised phone date. Then, just when I am close to giving up, she comes to the telephone with that sing-song voice that is all treble clef, grace notes, and whispers of the Bronx. She giggles. She’s chatty. I’m not quite willing to believe that her reputed diva past is fully over, but I’m willing to just let all the aggravation go. Grudge-holding is bad for the soul. Poof.