In the predictable shit-storm that is the end of Kate Walsh’s 15-month marriage, the divorce filings are flying.
Two weeks after her husband filed for divorce, the Private Practice star has submitted her own paperwork asking for a permanent split from 20th Century Fox exec Alex Young.
Both parties cite irreconcilable differences as the reason their 15-month union wound down so soon, but while Young’s filing listed their date of separation as Nov. 22, Walsh’s counterfiling has the break coming five days earlier.
Whatever.
Point is, don’t get married to some dude you’ve only known for a few months when you’re both ridiculously rich and important. You’ll both end up unsatisfied and divorcing each other.
I hate, hate, HATE that I watched this all the way through.
Other things I hate: Mandy Jiroux, and the fact that she’s in a new girl group called the Beach Girlz. I mean, can the Beach Boys sue over that shit? Also, don’t you feel bad for Miley’s other dancers who don’t get to be her best friend? Don’t you think they’re jealous and sad?
Ya know, just today I was thinking to myself, “I wonder if Kendra Wilkinson’s still planning on moving forward with that silly marriage idea,” because, yeah, motherfucker, that’s the kind of shit I think about, and then tonight I got my answer. She is. Kendra’s set to be married June 27, 2009 at the Playboy Mansion.
“He’s going to come out here,” she told Robin Leach at the Las Vegas launch of The Girls Next Door book. “We can’t have a wedding anywhere else because my grandma can’t fly. So I’m waiting for him to come out here and help me plan. I’m ready to just get married.”
As for whether Hugh Hefner will still walk her down the aisle as originally planned, it sounds like Kendra’s on the fence. “I think so, but I don’t know,” she said.
Um … who wants to bet that this wedding never happens?
In fact, for Kendra’s sake, who wants to pray that this wedding never happens? Because it can’t possibly end in anything but a messy, messy divorce.
Does anyone else find it a little pathetic that this is Hugh Hefner’s Christmas card? I mean, the guy’s 82 years old, and his “family” is Karissa and Kristina Shannon, the twins he’s now calling his girlfriends. The Playboy empire is crumbling, and here’s this octogenarian posing with half-naked twins young enough to be his great-granddaughters. I know we’re supposed to be all like, “Hells yeah!!! Hugh Hefner’s gonna die getting head from 21-year-old felons! ROCK ON!” but somehow this all just strikes me as very sad.
I mean, we get it, Mr. Hefner. You can still get barely legal chicks to get into bed with you. Bravo, dude. Seriously, though, you’ve made your point. Now’s the time to make it clear to the world that, beneath those silk pajamas, you spent many years being a shrewd and meticulous businessman, and you’ve been a quiet champion of a great many social causes and charities. There’s a lot to respect about you, Mr. Hefner. Isn’t it time to cut the womanizing shit out?
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