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TomKat is on the Prowl and... Oh Look! Something Shiny.


Ahhh, Facebook cried. Did you hear the news?

What, the world whined back. Tell us tell us tell us!

Tom and Katie…

Tom and Katie?

Tom and Katie… Facebook repeated.

Tom and Katie what?!

Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes… have split up! She moved out. She took Katie Junior with her. She got her own place oin New York. They’re getting a… d-i-v-o-r-c-e!

Silence.

DIdn’t you read me? Facebook yelled. Everyone is talking about it. The story… its gone viiiiiral!

Oh-ya. Right-right. Tom and Katie… broken up… ya-ya… tell me something I didn’t know was going to happen.

And so it goes. The world spins. Life goes on. And TomKat is on the prowl.

I’ve only been following this tragic (sarcasm) inevitable (not-sarcasm) story through the headlines that the story generates and its annoying Facebook dominance. It would seem that there are a lot more people out there who care about this story than I do. And there are a select group of folk who were actually surprised by this turn of events. Shocking, these people say. Others just look at them funny and move away.

I often joke that I don’t care about stories like this. How do they affect me in my daily life? (They don’t). But there is a part of me that is curious about the inside lives of the questionably famous. However I refuse to waste my time reading more than 5-15-word headlines on the subject. If I can’t glean the jist of the latest happenings in the non-lives of the Hollywood-weird from a snappy slammer, then I simply give up and move on with my day.

There are just so many other things that I would rather read. Every time I walk into a bookstore (yes, I still walk into bookstores) I am overwhelmed by selection. And bookstores pale in comparison to everything there is to consume online. Articles on how to do this, essays on how to do that, lists about how to make your life better, lists on what books to read, lists about lists, blogs about faraway places that you should be visiting rather than just reading about – and then there’s Tom Movie Star and Katie Whatsherface wasting their time and mine trying to explain to the universe that everything is wrong and everything is all right. And let’s not even get into the Scientology debate which is an entirely new realm of this and that when it comes to the differences between religions and community versus cults and commerce. It’s all just too much.

So for now I am just going to keep on perusing the headlines. If it takes me more than five seconds to read and eleven seconds to consider, I’ll just stab myself with a spoon and get on with my day. 

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