For the record, I think that the rarefied air that celebrities breathe is beyond us. We can lust after them, judge, love and castigate them, but we'll never understand what it is like to be supremely beautiful, powerful, popular, idolized and sought after, and to be surrounded by people of the same niche.
I will say, too, that I think a large portion of marriages (and other such enviable antics) in Hollywood are essentially done to further careers and boost sales. I mean really, how did Britney Spears manage to put out a record in the midst of shaving off her hair and having a breakdown? And let's not even discuss the giant Kardashian attention-grabber of a wedding, the demise of which has resulted in even more fame and magazine covers.
Nothing is real, enough said?
When Stewart was photographed with Sanders I thought surely it was all bogus. Assuming (and what a hell of an assumption) that Stewart and Pattinson's relationship was actually real, and not created by PR people to whip Twihards into a screaming, frothy mess, why was the notoriously private, coy and camera shy Stewart making out in more than one public venue with a married man?
Does not compute.
I then watched Pattinson's interview on The Daily Show. No histrionics, just a lot of topic diversion and awkward laughs; a far cry from the myriad of breakups that have become nasty in public. Neither of them can hide in isolation forever, they are working adults and they do have obligations. I thought maybe. Maybe their relationship wasn't some wonderfully concocted fairy tale that was created to further book, movie and magazine sales, and lead girls to believe that jumping off a cliff is a good reaction to your boyfriend leaving you. Sparkly!
I'm still on the fence about whether I think it's real. And about whether I care. And dear sweet baby jesus I would take their "problems" if their money came with it in a heartbeat.
If it is real, then I am inclined to share with you the one article that I've read about the whole sordid mess that I agree with.
Angry Twihards can send their hate mail to mayor_ford@toronto.ca.
Ha ha!!! I hope Ford does receive some angry Twihard mail - reading it will keep him out of trouble for an hour or two.
ReplyDeleteI esp. liked the linked article, and in particular the last paragraph. I agree that if a kiss and some mutual groping/hugging/physical contact are enough to send RPatz into a tizzy and end the relationship forever, then I'd say they didn't have one worth being in.
Though who knows, maybe they are discussing things privately and will end up back together.
I must admit to being oddly drawn to this story: I am curious to see how it plays out.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting to me how people profess to be madly in love with one another, but all bets are off at any indiscretion (and then it gets nasty and they start suing each other, and all the lawyers' kids are put through college).