Queen of Keeping it Real

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I'm just a gulf coast rat with a love of pretty pictures and funny words. There is a 95% chance that I am drunk tumbling. I like football and television and local stuff and pretty shoes and books.
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Posted 1 month ago
Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?

I won’t excerpt her answers. Because I really want you to read them in their intended context, especially in this case, not of a Jessica Biel complaining about being too pretty, or a Rooney Mara aloofing up her own ass, but of a woman who had a child with a man who drugged himself to death in front of the whole world. I love Michelle. I am a Michelle apologist. I don’t think we can know what it must be like to look at your daughter and see your dead lover in her face every single day. I don’t think it’s fair that we put a time limit on her grief just because “they weren’t even together anymore”. Really??? Not even me, a piece of sh-t gossip bitch who deserves a daily flogging, not even I can draw on that as an argument against.

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The only thing I really have to say is, do you have to be an “apologist” to allow for someone to express grief even if, especially if, you don’t necessarily understand that person’s emotions? I mean how often to you hear about some guy who is mourning an un-named lost love and it adds a layer of mystique, or emotionalism that creates a depth to them that you didn’t understand? I just don’t get why a women showing emotion is looked down upon and in need of “apologists” whereas a man is commended? Dude. The father of her child died. That sucks and she can take as long as she needs to deal with that. People who need help recognizing that are not human. Then again, I’m the type of person who thinks that if Jennifer Aniston really still has a hang up on Brad Pitt(which I don’t believe. I believe that magazines need an angle to sell magazines and this is something that they have found will work) for cheating on her and then adopting/having a million children, than that is her own business. I’ll be honest, if I was number 5 on a World’s Hottest Women chart and my husband left me for number 4, I’d be fucked up in the head. Like, I’m at the peak of my hotness and there is still nothing I can do. Shit, son. Life is fucking complicated, but that is mind-blowingly complicated.

God. I think I am having a breakdown about celebrity gossip. I just don’t ever want to hear any part of it ever again. My and my family and friend’s lives are complicated enough. Why do I want to add total strangers into the mix? I don’t. I just don’t. Also, my brother just got back from his tropical vacation with the author of the whitest book of the year and my father is calling me up asking how to connect his laptop to his television so he can watch streaming content and all of my friends are either having babies or getting married, so I just have a lot on my plate right now. OKAY! JUST BACK OFF!