What is going on with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie? Blogs are saying they’re splitsville, pro Brangelina bloggers are saying they’re still together and, at the end of the day, why do we care?
This is why we care. It’s the grand finale to a nasty little incident involving affairs, non-baby making and poorly timed magazine shoots that was never going to end well. You remember way back to those Camp Jennifer Camp Jolie shirts that people were sporting just after the Brad/Angelina affair came to light? You were either pro Jen (against that husband stealing little wench Angelina) or for Angelina (against that evil non-child-bearing bitch who wouldn’t have Brad’s baby, serves her right). We picked a side and stuck with it.
And in all that seesawing of support for Jen or Angelina, the main culprit in this whole affair walked away scot free–yes you Brad Pitt, you cheating bastard. Now I used to be quite in love with Brad Pitt. What’s not to love? He’s great looking, compassionate, appears charming and spontaneous in interviews, he’s a good actor and so on. Ticks all the boxes. But at the end of the day, he was the one married, he was the one who cheated and somehow, and I think it’s something we women like to do to each other, we made it all the womens’ fault.
Is is easier for we women to blame each other than the one who is ultimately responsible, the strayer. In Brad and Angelina’s case, he was the married one and she was the free agent. And we can say all we like about the floozy setting honey traps for him. I repeat–he was the married one. His fault. Blame him. Yet bizarrely he managed to escape from repercussions for a long time. But chickens come home to roost, as my grandmother liked to say.
The evidence was there though that things were not all hunky dory in Camp Pitt-Jolie. I think everything manifested itself with the the beaded beard affair. Any man who is not Jamaican should never never do that. It’s like wearing those beaded plaits when you come home from Fiji. You just look stupid. So Brad was manifesting his feelings of stupidity (emanating from the thought Why. Didn’t. I. Just. Keep. It. In. My. Pants?) with the beaded beard. Or it could just be a side effect of all that pot he reputedly smokes. I mean the man’s 46, just grow up. I’m feeling a bit sorry for Angelina. Six kids and a pothead. Sound more like someone from Inala than Hollywood.
So at the end of the day, potentially another relationship breaks down. It started sordidly and really was it ever going to end well? Don’t think so.
Brad Pitt famously said
I have a hard time with morals. All I know is what feels right, what’s more important to me is being honest about who you are. Morals I get a little hung up on.