Friday, January 07, 2005
its seems that hollywood stars reflect the lives of real people in the same way that all those shitty and every once in a while not-so-shitty movies do. at first glance, they resemble something called reality, but later on you find out that the truth is in fact, stranger than fiction. or something like that.
black guys always pull hot white chicks. blonde ones who are perfectly shaped and really tan. and really hot. the only catch is that the dudes are always big time ballers. like kobe, or rashad mccants or any number of other basketball players. when kobe hit the wrong bimbo and got a little too rough, surprise! she's white.
however, seal, of all the black guys anywhere, baller or not, manages to get engaged to heidi fucking klum, victoria's secret angel and hottest supermodel in the universe. eat that, kobe.
kobe's wife vanessa and klum are different kinds of hot. vanessa is that dirty, shags-like-a-minx hot that makes cranking one out really quick. heidi is the kind of hot that makes common men believe in god and thank her for putting heidi on the earth.
heidi klum is the kind of hot that makes teenage girls puke up dinner to get skinnier. heidi klum keeps the mirror and toilet cleaner companies in business.
nevermind that seal is really really black. and really really scarred up. on his face. and he hasn't had a hit in a really really long time.
she doesn't care. and thats the most refreshing thing.
and then a few days later there the shocking, exasperating news that brad and jen have called it quits. she's supposedly pregnant and hes supposedly too hot. whatever.
half of the marriages in america will end in divorce. this is not news to anyone, but its seems as the trend is a bit more exaggerated in hollywood. kinda like hey im better than you not only because i spend more money on tshirts and bottled water, but i get divorced more often and more easily too. beat that, middle america.
in my social psych class my textbook had a whole chapter of how and why interpersonal relationships end. when women decide they are unhappy with a relationship, they automatically go though a subconscious cost-benefit analysis of what they should do next.
the factors that go into deciding whether to stay or go are:
-how invested she is in the relationship (ie, children, tenure, quality of life, etc.), and
-the availibility and quality of viable alternatives (read: the richness of other dudes in the area).
looking at things that way its obvious to see why jen left (yeah, she left).
-no kids= no investment (even though in hollywood, kids sometimes aren't even invesment)
-lots of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends. who happen to be famous and kinda famous and really fucking loaded with cash.
im sure we'll see both of them showing up to red carpets with many multiple rebound dates for the next few months. then jen will start fucking some european indie movie director and they'll have kids and everyone will live happily ever after.
as soon as she stops coming over to my place, of course...
posted by accident at 10:31:00 PM +
 
|
