Kate Walsh and Balthazar Getty, neither of whom have had much luck with marriage lately, cuddle up at the Oliver Peoples Hollywood luncheon yesterday in LA.
But my favorite thing about this photo?
The little scrunched-up bulges in Balthazar’s pants.
What did Wendie call that again?
Oh, yes. An ass twat.
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.
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.
How many times have I said that Kate Walsh and her stupid quickie husband wouldn’t last a year?
Okay, I was wrong. They lasted just over a year. Why must Hollywood be so predictable?
Kate’s husband, Alex Young, petitioned for divorce in November, citing irreconcilable differences.
I know this is horrible to say, but Kate Walsh’s life was seeming a little too fairytale there for my tastes.
But I wonder why it was the hubby filing for divorce. I thought for sure she’d dump his ass. You think she was cheating on him? Or too focused on her career for his tastes? Too much boozing? Secret drug problem? I’ll entertain your wild guesses in the comments section.
By the way, the photo above was taken less than two weeks before the divorce filing. Hm.