The World Gets Worse

The news here in America is virtually all bad these days assuming your head is not buried in the sand. The government is on the verge of shutting down, free speech is under assault, troops are being deployed in cities, people are being disappeared, the Secretary of Defense wants to turn the U.S. military into a casting call for Leni Riefenstahl’s “Olympia,” and now the President appears to be back on his movie tariff bullshit. At least I could get a kick out of His Imbecility posting what was tantamount to a third-grade level book report on Amelia Earhart on his ice cream social app, except then last night I discovered that her eminence Nicole Kidman is separating from Keith Urban and I just felt sad again. The reasons are not my business and if married couples have determined that the best course of action for their own pursuit of happiness is to separate, hey, I’m all for it. Still. There are very few constants in this old world and one of them was Keith Urban attending the Academy Awards with Nicole Kidman and standing by in support while she fielded inane questions from whoever they’ve assigned to the red carpet that year and enthusiastically clapping in the audience whenever she gets mentioned and now that’s apparently gone too. I mean, maybe this means Kidman can bring Naomi Watts to the Oscars, kinda like how Michelle Williams always brings her bestie Busy Philipps, but I’ll miss him and his endearingly bad haircut.

Keep your parasocial celebrity relationships close, people.