I am absolutely guilty of pulling an illegal u-turn in the
middle of a busy city street to get a glimpse of who a mob of paparazzi is
following. I’ve even been known to
snap and share my own shots of big stars.
Tom Cruise literally asked for it. A paparazzi told me that he had received a call directly from
TomKat’s press team letting him know where and when Tom would be for his son’s
baseball game. Total home run.
Angelina was at a busy farmers market. As I have shared here before, she, her
children and their albeit small entourage stuck out like a sore thumb. Did I feel a pang of guilt snapping a
photo with a couple of her androgynous children? Yes, though I did try to frame out his (or her) face.
I told myself, she’s asking for it too. But unfortunately, her brood is not.
And neither is Nahla Aubry.
I love TMZ.com, but even more fascinating than their brilliantly trashy
news is their comment section. Not
since Jerry Springer have I encountered such an entertaining group of
uneducated assholes all on one platform.
This is democracy at its finest, though no one present can actually define
democracy (myself excluded).
Last night I scrolled hundreds of comments about the tragic domestic
dispute between the world’s sexiest threesome: Halle Berry, Olivier Martinez
and Gabriel Aubry.
So many questions were posed regarding fault, injuries and the unclear fate of Aubry's impeccable face. Team Olivier or Team Gabriel? There was a great divide. But what upset me most was why no one asked the most obvious question of all. Who is Team Nahla?
I certainly am.
