Damn I was disappointed to be eating bacon and eggs in a Queanbeyan hotel dining room when Tom and Katie reached their divorce settlement in just 11 days.
So much to blog about, so little opportunity. Instead of revelling in the news like a dog rolling on a dead seagull, I went to Questacon to be blinded by science. From 9.30am to 4pm. That’s a lot of science for a humanities girl.
Now I’m finally home, with access to all the usual electronic facilities, I feel like a TomKat yabber. Sure, I’m a bit late, but the traditional media outlets are still banging on about it, so why shouldn’t I?
My favourite is www.smh.com.au, which is running the following:
“KATIE HOLMES reached out to Nicole Kidman, who was Tom Cruise’s second wife, as she planned her divorce from the actor, London’s Daily Telegraph has reported. The women have reportedly been friends since 2006, when Holmes, 33, married Cruise. Kidman, 45, and the Top Gun actor divorced in 2001 after 11 years, and have two adopted children – Isabella, 19, and Connor, 17. ”They’ve spoken over the last few weeks,” a source told Us Weekly magazine. ”Nicole has been supportive, saying she’s been through it, too, and to hang in there.”
That’s right, www.smh.com.au is reporting London’s Daily Telegraph reporting US Weekly magazine. Mad, bad and kinda sad.
But I’ll never get tired of them rehashing details like this: “The Los Angeles Times reported that Holmes was able to catch Cruise off guard by moving quickly, even using a disposable mobile phone to talk to her lawyers.” A disposable mobile phone! It’s like one of Tom’s movies. Gold no matter how many times I hear it.
My smut crush www.laineygossip.com continues to offer juicy daily updates. Lainey is transfixed by the way Katie has reinvented herself and her career: “My sources tell me everyone is sending her everything. Appearance requests, screenplays, directors want to meet her, and Hollywood wants to cash in. Of course Hollywood wants to cash in.”
Katie’s career was pretty much dead in the water pre-divorce, now she’s hot property. Loving. I knew ex-Joey Potter had to be smart despite acting like a robot for the past five years. Even Anna Wintour is courting Katie for a Vogue cover. The girl’s smokin’.
And I’m finally recovering from my disappointment over their quickie divorce. I felt a bit guilty about being so deflated – I knew I should be happy they’d managed to avoid the pain and bitterness that would accompany a messy divorce case, but TomKat was my idea of gossip heaven. Their haste kinda spoilt my fun. As the day at Questacon wore on, the last vestiges of my conscience had to acknowledge they’d done the smart thing to save Tom’s career, stop the media savaging of Scientology (actually, I’d have liked that to continue, even with a fully functioning conscience) and preserve Suri’s emotional health. And now I’m finally in a place where I can say good on them. How very adult (and cunning) of you both.
Unfortunately, it means the gossip world will return to that miserable place where the Kardashians and reality stars rule. Yawn.
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