Saturday, March 20, 2010

Poor Sandy B.

This whole Jesse James cheating on Sandra Bullock thing really pissed me off this week. This should be the proudest time in Sandra's life. Let's be honest, the chances of her winning another Oscar are slim. Okay, zero. Unless they make Miss Congeniality III.

And the fact that her achievement (even if you think that Meryl Streep should have won...) is now cast with this dreary, depressing cloud sucks. It sucks big time. And it's not like he just cheated on her, helping to destroy the semblance of a family she had brought to his children whose real mother is a porn star. No, now the whole world knows about it, which I assume is really the cherry on the crap sundae. Think back to high school when a guy would cheat on his GF, and everyone would point their fingers and whisper. Multiply it by a million gillion to the power of TMZ.

My mom sent me this CNN article about the "Oscar curse" for female winners' relationships. She noted that "Who says this isn't the normal divorce rate in Hollywood?", which is a fair statement, but this really does show that a lot of men get threatened by the success of talented women.

J, just because three humans and a Googlebot read my blog, don't you get it in your head you should cheat on me because you are jealous of my accomplishments...

Oh, and two words about the woman Jesse cheated with: FUGLY SLUT.

P dot S: When you Google Image search for Sandra Bullock, the auto suggest is "Sandra Bullock hot"...so at least she has that going for her...

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