Why do I care?

that Madonna and Guy Richie are getting a divorce? Its not like I thought she found her soul mate after the failed marriage to Sean Penn, and the tryst with her trainer that produced Lourdes. So why do I care? Why was I really bummed out when I read that all those rumors for the past few months really did have some truth to them? Why am I worried about how Gwynneth and Chris are handling it? And Apple and Moses -cause they are such good family friends and compadres on the whole "lets marry Brits and live in London and think that America sucks while we make gobs of money off of them!"

Here is why I might be bummed. And I came to the same conclusion when Brad and Jennifer split. If the super beautiful, fabulous and overall kabala spouting, peace loving, tree hugging, genetic jackpot hitting fountains of awesomeness (according to their fans) can't find enough good about each other to stay, then what the hell hope is there for us normal people? With mortgages and kids who interrupt and cars that break, and families that are kooky (that would be mine) and bodies that have taken a beating (mine again) and all of the yuckiness that comes along with children who vomit in our hands as we get them to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and dogs that stink and lick themselves all night, why do we stay? But we do.

Maybe BECAUSE of all that stuff. Because its real. And it may be yucky sometimes but you know if the world turns upside town one day, I'm sticking it out with the one who lets his children vomit in his hands:) That is romance in the suburbs.

Ok, I feel better.