Using Brad Pitt as a Metaphor to Describe Life
I read an article on that hunk of specimen that is Brad Pitt and it was absolutely fascinating...
First off, I should write I've always found him attractive from the get go but have gradually respected him more and more because of his choice of film roles (Seven, 12 Monkeys, Snatch, etc). Then he got married and I said, "Guess I gotta put away that naughty little fantasy!" cause a true woman never fantasizes about another woman's property, unless you're in the mood for a little guilt orgasm. But that just leaves you feeling dirty and should be reserved for times you get to have sex where you have THE RIGHT to feel guilty (like when you forget your anniversary, ruin a surprise, take your day out on him, etc).
Then the divorce happened. When the Angelina thing kept being brought up over and over again, I had to reevaluate my respect for Brad Pitt as a public figure. I kept my respect for him as an actor, but did I really want to enjoy and contribute to the success of his movies if I don't like the man behind the actor?
I read the article from GQ by Lucy Kaylin and I got my answer. Now grant it, after reading there is no conclusion to why the marriage ended, or if Pitt had an affair with Angelina, which are none of our business really (but might change my opinion of him if he was a two-timing asshole). But the things he says I can relate to and make me like him. Here are the highlights of what he says:
On marriage being fantastic but a beast:
“Anything worth anything is a beast,” he says. “The thing I don’t understand is looking at this as a failure. It’s talked about like it failed, I guess because it wasn’t ﬂawless. Me, I embrace the messiness of life. I ﬁnd it so beautiful, actually.”
-That's so true. The relationships that leave me feeling so passionate, so satisfied are the ones where you encounter all this hardship and you get through. I know it sounds cliched but with every painful situation I've encountered, looking back I see the beauty in it and teh beauty of my pained grief. At the time, it was hell and it was heartache and it felt dirty, and messy and ugly. But looking back on moments, when I was all alone so devastated in what happened, I can see how if my like were a movie- that would've been the most poignant, pretty scene. Because the pain I felt was real, the way I expressed it honest, and in a way that kind of passion about anything is moving.
On marriage lasting forever, which he doesn't know if he believes:
"A friend of mine wrote to me, ‘Sometimes love changes shape.’ And I just thought, That’s so well put.”
-That is my quote of the day. It's funny cause there's this relationship I once had that I have made reference to in which the love basically turned into this wounded anger/ hate. And if I'm honest with myself, I can't deny there is some sort of love there but the love I had changed form into the a combination of love and its' opposite- a little bit of hate... Now don't look at me like that. What I mean by hate is that I do not wish him well (other than attaining wiseness so he can see what he did). I do not wish him a great love. Cause I was a great love. And he messed us up so why should he have the satisfaction of getting the opportunity of messing another love up? I wouldn't mind him losing his job... Sometimes I wish it- hehe. And in closing, yeah I wish him bad things-lol. That is the extent of the hate, I wouldn't take upon revenge. I wouldn't badmouth him to anyone but you and I wouldn't tell him any of this or even contact the fucker- hehe. But the love changed it's form and that is a prettier way of looking at it!
“I love a construction site,” he says with a moony look; “I guess it’s the possibility of what it could be"
- The woman's mantra about men, "I love him, I love the possibility of who he could be"!!!!!. To which I retort, don't love him for his potential. Love him for him!
For wanting to surround himself (and date!) with the comfort of people who understand:
“I’m not sure what I really mean by this, but there’s just a few of us…like when you go to the Golden Globes and you look across the room, it’s like a convention for all of us who’ve been cut off, in a way. We can relate to each other because we’ve all experienced the same thing. It’s a different life.”
-That's an interesting way to describe fame- cut off. But it rings true, because someone with that kind of fame can't just go to Blockbuster without being approached and they can't walk down the street in peace and quiet because at least one person (I'm guilty too) is going to remark, "Hey aren't you from so and so?".... As a completely non famous female, I hate using the metro because there are those people who stare at you the entire metro ride and all you want to do is lose yourself in thought but how can you when they're staring?? Sometimes I love being anonymous, at other times it is my worst enemy (walking the streets in NYC after a break up and not seeing a familar face or anyone meeting your eyes is not fun). And it is annoying to always have to wash your face and brush your teeth at an unGodly hour just to go to Starbucks in the morning because you know you will see people you know.
So in conclusion? Great article, Great Brad Pitt! And I'd like to end this posting fwith a fabulous quote from the author that seemed like something I would say (or think!):
"And yet he knows what he’s got, and he’s happy to share; in the middle of conversation, almost as a gift, Pitt will stand, as if treating you to the sight of him drawn up to his full height. Then he’ll lean against a chair and stretch out a hamstring. He’ll also unconsciously self-caress—his upper thigh, his head, reaching into his shirt for a circular feel of his chest; given the exclusive access he has to his body, why not?" (Lucy Kaylin)- That would be my exact analysis as well sistah!