I'm feeling sorry for Melissa Mathison (Harrison Ford's soon to be ex-wife) because AOL is full of pictures of Calista and Harrison. I remember when there was all that hubbub about that picture taken of him with Lara Flynn Boyle. I thought naaah, he's stolid and faithful, what stupid gossip, but then they split. Then there was the picture of him with Minnie Driver, at a restaurant near my house, and recently Calista. I was actually rooting for these gals because frankly who wouldn't want to be with Harrison Ford.
It's just that it makes me sad when men leave their aging partners for women who are less than half their age. I know they had separated first, but it just seems so, oh screw it, I don't know what happened, it just feels sad. Maybe this has something to do with the fact that it's my son's birthday and his forty-one year old father, who dates sixteen year old girls, and who I haven't seen in person in two years, is right now at this very moment parked in front of my house visiting with my son.
I'm all for everyone being happy but it's hard not to project my own hurt and think that Melissa got dumped so someone wouldn't have to face their own mortality. In a show of solidarity I'm buying DVD's that she scripted, on Amazon. I have a little plastic Indian in an old wooden cupboard in my bathroom, because I loved that movie so much. I don't have it on DVD so I'll get that, and I never saw the documentary she wrote about Martin Scorsese's Kundun, so I'd like to get that as well. I hope I can find it.
I never get enough sleep, waaaaaa.
There's an interesting article that has some gossip about Tom and Penelope, and Courtney Love's antics at Billy Wilder's funeral, here.