Hell Hath No Fury...

I confess, when stuck in a waiting room, I seek out People magazine. I take everything they - and all the other “celebrity focused” magazines - publish with a grain of salt. Actually, it’s more like a healthy handful. But if I’m nervous about a doctor’s visit, I will happily fall into their glossy pages. Some of the lesser pure gossip/fiction rags are just outrageous. Standing in line at the grocery store, scanning the cheesy headlines, can really infuriate me. So while I’m not addicted to Hollywood gossip - and I sure don’t do it here - one story this week captured my attention: Sandra Bullock and her husband of five years, Jesse James.

I happened to catch part of Barbara Walters interview with Sandra on Oscar night. I don’t know Ms. Bullock from Adam’s off ox, but she came across as warm, personable and in love with her husband. Then she went on to win the Best Actress Academy Award for “The Blind Side” and thanked Mr. James during her acceptance speech. Less than two weeks later, Jesse James has issued an apology to his wife Sandra and his three children. I have no idea what Mr. James did or didn’t do with the tattling tattooed stripper. But Jiminy Cricket, if he did do something that requires a blanket public apology, he is a royal ass!

Yes, I know it takes two to make a marriage - blah, blah, blah. But when I read about his apology, all I could think of was how Ms. Bullock had thanked him during her speech. If the marriage goes down in flames, Mr. James is inextricably tied to that peak professional and personal moment of acknowledgement and achievement. If she didn’t think they were on solid ground, would she have been so openly appreciative and affectionate? I don’t think so. I know I wouldn’t have. So at the moment, I’m on Sandra’s “side”. I know this isn’t like picking teams for dodgeball or red rover, but Jesse James has managed to get my hackles up and tick me off. Cuz it sure feels like he blindsided Sandra.