Jen, Brad, and Angie

It seems everyone has put in their two cents about this love triangle-turned-trapezoid, but as it continues to make headlines, we must discuss. Oddly enough I don't have strong feeling on anyone's behalf here. I mean, Jenny is a cute-by-parts sitcom actress who makes horrible film choices and eats Zone Diet meals. Brad often comes across as having a lack-luster personality and frequently displays questionable grooming habits. Angie, well quite frankly I've always found her a bit scary, and no matter how many impoverished nations she visits, I will not forget that she wore a vial of blood around her neck and was tattooed with her ex's name.

It's rather difficult to muster up sympathy for incredibly rich, good-looking folks who are quoted in magazines saying they don't believe people are meant for only one partner. I mean, didn't that set off any little bells. Read the writing on the wall honey, you wrote it for Christ's sake! I am sure Jenny got her feelings hurt, and it can't be fun to watch your husband play Daddy to someone else's kids, but didn't you see this coming? It must be so nice to have the option of pretending to date another actor just to save face.

And Brad, Brad, Brad...honey get your own personality why don't ya? Here you are designing austere homes for millions of dollars and then you meet some chick with a cause and run off to Africa with a woven beanie on your head! How are you ever going to balance saving the world with attending the Oscars?

Which brings us to Angie. So here we have a woman with, let's face it, a basically perfect body and sexuality that will snap you in half, who has spent her first 28 years being totally insane/sadistic, and is now adopting orphans and attending summits. That's a lovely turn around and all, but who the hell do you think you are Tomb Raider? Just because you have lots of money and naturally huge lips doesn't mean you get to meet with world leaders.

As for the adoption and the pregnancy, I can only wish them well. I mean these kids are gonna have it hard enough trying to decide if they're supposed to eat, or save the world, or write a tell-all. Probably end up posing for Playboy and developing a drug habit; it's confusing when your parents are both rich and weird.

I'm sure they'll be more talk in the coming months, but for now, thanks for the drama, cause movie tickets keep going up, but a whole Star Magazine is only $3.95!