I’m sure you’re positively foaming at the mouth to know what Justin Theroux and Jennifer Aniston have been up to together, but fear not: People‘s got exclusive sources that are ready and willing to sacrifice it all, follow the new couple around, and report it to one of the biggest pop culture publications
, all courtesy of Jennifer Aniston’s checkbook.
The couple were spotted dining at New York’s Il Cantinori Saturday night with Aniston’s friend and Horrible Bosses costar Jason Bateman and his wife Amanda Anka.
Enjoying Grey Goose cocktails, Aniston, 42, started with an arugula salad and shared a pasta course with Theroux. Then it was chicken paillard for her and branzino for him.
At one point, Theroux showed Bateman his inked torso, which the waiter also complimented. Aniston herself is new to the world of tattoos, showing off her first during a walk in N.Y.C. Friday.
After sorbets, the couples headed out – hugging goodbye before Aniston and Theroux were seen strolling down 10th Street arm-in-arm.
So, we get it. Jen and Justin are blissfully happy, and they’re taking it to the streets and shouting it from the mountaintops and whatever. They want you to know that they’re just SO serious that Justin convinced Jennifer to get her first tattoo. Hell’s bells. My question, not to get too heavy, is “where’s the slut-shaming that Angelina Jolie went through years ago now that the exact same situation has unfolded for Aniston?” It’s baffling. Getting involved with someone when you’re married isn’t cool, and involving yourself with a married person is just as not cool. So how is it any different this time around? It’s not, OK?
I give Jen a lot of flack, because I think she’s been a spineless, wishy-washy wannabe-martyr for the last decade, but this is the complete, unbiased truth: I guess it really IS a horse of a different color when it’s you, yourself.
Now. If I EVER … EVER have to hear one more word about the devastation that poor widdle Jennifer Aniston suffered through at Angelina Jolie‘s masterful hands, I might well punch myself in the face.
As for Justin, this guy’s probably just happy that he’s got his very own category on Evil Beet now. Go dude. Do your thing.