Look, I know a lot of you feel that I should leave the civilians out of this blog, and normally I do, but Cynthia Nixon’s girlfriend, Christine Marinoni, is so fundamentally unattractive that I just can’t stop myself from pointing it out every time I see her. I’m sure she is a wonderful, beautiful person, but do you know what this picture reminds me of?
Remember that scene from The Wedding Singer where there’s that fat boy at the Bar Mitzvah? And no one will dance with him and he’s sad? And then Adam Sandler grabs the mic and tells hottie Drew Barrymore to pick the boy she’d most like to dance with? And they’re all begging her to pick them, but she picks the fat boy and dances with him and he’s all happy? Yeah. That’s what comes to mind here.
But in some ways I have to give Cynthia props for obviously looking beyond traditional, shallow values. This is obviously the real thing, and I guess I’m happy for them. I’m sure Christine is a really wonderful person, and I can’t really sit here and talk shit, as my insistence on finding a man who is funny, smart, interesting, caring, honest, loving and also ridiculously hot has resulted in me being single forever. I guess at some point I might have to let go of the “honest” criterion.