Ryan Reynolds and the (Scarlett Johansson) bimbo, Ryan decided to make his betrothed a few years ago are divorcing. This event in and of itself doesn't even rate on my "give a fuck" barometer - until the pair issued a statement asking for privacy in their time of tribulation. Uh huh, sure.
That is like telling college kids not to drink during spring break, asking the Islamic Fundamentalists for world peace, buying a new car without the 4 square paper or expecting the sun to rise in the west. Not going to fucking happen. Not today, not ever.
It entertains me to no end the whiny methods of pampered Hollywood shit heads. If John Wayne or Steve Mcqueen were still alive, rest assured they would make no such statement. They wouldn't have to because aside from the fact that they were great actors, they were MEN.
Men stand up and say as little as possible, or spill the honest truth. Either way the impending shit storm is mitigated or averted altogether. Being a whimpy "I deserve privacy" bitch when shit in life goes sideways, while tweeting about your latest project or who your fucking doesn't fly with me. Why?
Because these fuckers can't have it both ways.
Million dollar paychecks, gratuitous albeit brain dead appearances on late night talk shows - and all the while granting photo ops for the same people they bitch about invading their arbitrary privacy when their synthetic lives go into the shitter.
Irony abounds in the land of rich and whiny. You want privacy, move to Duluth.
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