I normally don’t care about celebrity scandals because … well … why would I? I am never shocked when a marriage falls apart or when someone cheats with a co-star, but I must say this “Robsten” cheating scandal got to me, so now I am going to deconstruct it for the rest of you who also probably don’t give a crap about it, either.
Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson had been dating for three years, and they never once talked about their relationship, or even really confirmed that they were together. They seemingly had figured out how to be young and coy and a celebrity, to boot. Then pictures surfaced of Kristen and her Snow White and the Huntsman director, Rupert Sanders, in car behaving badly. Um, very badly.
Rupert Sanders is a forty-one year-old married man and father of two. It comes as no surprise that he would want to hook up with a twenty-two year-old starlet. That’s a given. However, it is extremely strange to me that a twenty-two year-old, multi-millionaire starlet with (according to People magazine) a very attractive boyfriend would want to hook up with a forty-one year-old father of two. Who is not so very attractive.
Look, I’m not a saint—I’ve had my fair share of bad life decisions, and I’ve also been twenty-two. When you’re that young and getting a lot of attention you can get swept up in it, but I have never understood purposefully hurting that many people. Sanders’ wife played Kristen’s mother in the film and two months before these pictures surfaced Kristen had taken Sanders’ eldest daughter out for ice cream. This is where I start to have a problem.
Like I said, I understand being twenty-two and getting caught up in a moment. I can even understand getting into an affair when you don’t know who you’re hurting. I can let you use the “out of sight, out of mind” defense. “I never met his wife; she wasn’t a real …
Robert Pattinson just finished filming Water for Elephants alongside Reese Witherspoon in Tennessee, and according to Reese, Rob’s presence caused a bit of commotion. It appears that his numerous fans were stalking him both on and off the set. Francis Lawrence, the film’s director, was amazed at the lengths Pattinson’s fans would go to in order to see him in the flesh:
[Lawrence said about 50 people would line up outside the film’s set, and some would camp out for hours in the hallways ...
The color was the biggest thing. It had to look like vampire skin. It took me and the head of production two and a half months to get the color we were looking for. She has 10 other ones that are various shades that didn’t work. Way too pink, way too pale, it took a long time to make a pale flesh tone. The other problem was the sparkle: It had to sparkle in the sunlight. If it didn’t sparkle in the sunlight, the whole idea was dead. It was kind of poking fun but it’s also supposed to tie into the whole fantasy. The glitter on hand didn’t sparkle in the sunlight, so we had to have some ordered specially. We did have people write in and tell us that Edward was bigger than that.
Edward is bigger than that? Wow, I must have missed the subliminal message in the book that he’s buying KYNGs or something. And this, of course, begs the question of who is actually buying and, uh, using these products.
Teetering on 65-years old, Helen Mirren is still fiercely poised, sexy, and intriguing. In her latest film endeavor, Mirren plays a madam opposite Joe Pesci in the upcoming film Love Ranch, directed by her husband Taylor Hackford. Recently, the almost-senior citizen garnered attention for a series of brilliant photos by Juergen Teller that graced the pages of New York Magazine, some featuring Mirren nude in a bathtub (a really saucy one). Teller, fashion photographer and artist, conveyed Mirren’s attitude and daring. Accompanying the sexy spread, Mirren reveals that she is “thrilled young girls are claiming their sexuality for themselves.” She continues:
“I love bold women: Madonna and Scarlett Johansson—sexy and gorgeous, but not only that. And Miley Cyrus—fantastic! And Lady Gaga. I love the way she’s elevated pop to performance art, or dragged performance art down to pop, or maybe made a wonderful amalgam of the two.”
Yes. YES. YES! I most definitely share the Dame’s affinity for women who express themselves the way the want. We are all too familiar with the rebukes women stomach in the industry, pop-star, actress, artist, or otherwise. Sex symbols like Madonna, Scarlett, Gaga, and Miley are relentlessly chastised (despite being encouraged) for provocative behavior when a man who posed nude for Cosmopolitan was elected to the Senate for Christ’s sake.