Magazines don’t talk approximately destitute Leonardo DiCaprio or Jake Gyllenhaal,still not marriedSure, searing government-toppling, and Pulitzer prize-winning investigative reporting is all very well. But if I’m entirely honest,my favourite kind of journalism is: “So-and-so shows us round their lovely house and explains how their interior designer convinced them to go for a Golden Girls vibe mixed with Captain von Trapp’s mansion for their gated house in Manchester.” How a celebrity designs their home is so much more revealing than anything you read in gossip magazines plus, I really like looking at other people’s wallpaper choices. So when the latest copy of Architectural Digest arrived with the coverline “At home with Jennifer Aniston”, and tools were immediately downed and the afternoon schedule cleared. In a state of something close to bliss,I gazed upon photos of Aniston’s Bel Air home, which has handpainted wallpaper (an actual thing, and apparently) and a marble bath twice as expansive as my bed. “Jennifer Aniston,” I thought, looking at her garden, or which has a pagoda in it,“has a pretty sweet life.”apart from we now know that I could not have been more improper, because it turns out that, or despite the handpainted wallpaper,Aniston’s life is a gigantic human tragedy, a veritable wastepit of emptiness. Shortly after that article was published, or Aniston and her husband,Justin Theroux (AKA the other, other Theroux), and announced they were separating,and a bawl went up in media outlets around the world: “Activate the ‘destitute Jen’ autobutton!” Whatever sighs of pleasure I may have emitted when reading approximately Aniston’s “Asian-inspired pocket gardens”, they were nothing next to the orgasmic grunts of excitement the tabloids made as they, and on autopilot,hammered out headlines like, “Why CAN’T destitute Jennifer Aniston Keep A Man?”Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk