Musings of the uninspired

Today, my dearest Sassies, is a blank screen kind of day. Inspiration is eluding me. It's an anti-gossip kind of day, where I'm finding articles such as this one - Brad and Angelina successfully sued a British publication for falsely claiming they were breaking up. So, they're very much together. See: anti-gossip. What am I supposed to do with that? 

I still think Angelina's a home wrecking slunt but I care much less now that Jennifer Aniston has reduced herself to a pathetic, desperate ex-wife, subjecting us to a plethora of shitty rom-coms in which she plays the exact same character. Nope, no more sympathy for you Jen. You can flash your fantastic abs all you want, I still know you're sad and lonely. It's nothing to be ashamed of, just stop pretending you feel all "zen" and content with your life. What you resist persists. 

Then I see a commercial for Angelina's newest film Salt. It looks pretty much like every other "falsely accused spy" movie ever made. Except the lead character is a woman instead of a man. Do movie executives automatically assume the vast majority of the population has been lobotomized? 

I mean, I know there are a lot of stupid people out there, and they probably outnumber the smart ones, but still. Have you no imagination? It's the equivalent to someone eating a good meal and puking it up in my mouth. It was good the first time around, not so much the second, or third or 50th.  

I get that Angelina's hot and most men (and some women) want to see her shooting guns and peeling off her clothes and... zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, sorry! Must have drifted off there. Didn't she do that in Gone in 60 seconds and the Tomb Raider films and Taking Lives and Wanted and Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Just sayin'.