The Waning Daze

Today I’ll wander into the usual fluffy territory of celebrity-based gossip. It’s fitting to focus on the industry as tonight the Emmy Awards will either cheer our voyeuristic and Right and Left Brain triggers, or end up as  yet another televised awards show with way too many vapid moments, rushed acceptance speeches, horrific writing for presenters to spew from their already nervous mouths.

We shall see about that, won’t we? (If you care to tune in, course.) One part of the annual popularity contest for TV-based entertainment that should be worth a watch is to see Jane Lynch host the event. Not only can Jane hold a stage with the mere presence of her delightful, natural demeanor and cutting wit/delivery, she is also multi-talented and sure to bring an edgy whiff of fresh air to an otherwise heretofore increasingly predictable political contest.

But, that flashy event is happening a few hours from now. At this moment, what I’m focusing on is the recent mass dissing of a one Mr. William Bradley Pitt who had the temerity (or some may say stupidity) to once again give an interview where whatever he says comes across as a strained rehearsed script with several “quasi-big” words tossed in which have a hollow toneless ring as well as a need to go back and reread whatever it was that he said so as to understand what he is trying to say, comprendo’?

The Interview

Poor baby just can’t put a coherent sentence together. The current backlash from the interview he gave to Parade (Parade????) wherein his tongue marbled and garbled out an inference that he was a stoned and bored dude during his marriage to “America’s Sweetheart-of-yore” has caused the Pittster to fly into damage control mode and clarify that it was HE with whom he was bored, not the former Mrs. Pitt.

Glad he cleared that up. The torches were out and former Brad-friendly bloggers and general writers rolled-up their snarky sleeves. His many rather insensitive remarks throughout the interview, along with highly unusual recent gushiness over his partner-in-primetime, have reached mainstream media! No longer mere fodder for the tabloids, outlets beyond celebrity-driven trivial drivel have made a bit of a story out of it.

Here's his version of a mea culpa: He's Done It Again

Slurp.

Everyone’s gobbling this faux pas and running with it as per usual with anything at all to do with the Triangle of Jennifer Aniston, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. But ho hum, really. Who cares? Many, I've learned. The underground and oft-above-ground row between pro-Brangelina and Anti-Brand peoples  is heated and intense. Death threats. Years-long battles between websites. Amazing. And all over two actors who at one time were gorgeous (have you really looked at recent pix of both? Sucked dry, I tell you) and fell in lurve on a film set when the male involved clearly dumped his wholesome-imaged much beloved actress wife for the sultry puffy lips and whips of the Siren.

So classic. So romantic to some; supremely revolting to others. After seven years, however, this current-day Liz and Dick and Debbie model continues to entertain and fascinate a large part of the population. Wow! We must all be as bored as Brad Pitt to stay on this never-ending story.

Or maybe we just can’t stop watching a slow motion trainwreck…

Ouch! 


Additional Parade Interview links: More, Foot in Mouth