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The Kristen Stewart affair. I. Just. Don’t. Get. It.

In fail, films, media, youth on July 27, 2012 at 10:14 am

In what fucked-up universe does a 22-year-old woman have to apologise, publicly, for having a fling with an older man who has quite a bit of power over her (director v actor)?

Let me get this right. Kristen Stewart, 22, hooks up with Rob Pattinson, 26, during the endless nightmare that must have been the filming of the interminably romantic Twilight series. No big surprise. Is there a movie anywhere ever that hasn’t involved an off-screen liaison between the leads?

The only difference here is the number of movies these two have been thrown together for. What is it, now? Seventeen or so?

The surprise here is not that Stewart had a fling with the director of her latest flick. The surprise is that she and R-Patz kept their thing together as long as they did.

She’s 22, for crying out loud. Go, spread those wild oats, kid, while you can.

Does anyone believe R-Patz has kept it in his pants for all but K-Stew? Really? REALLY?

If he’s been a naughty boy, cheating on Kristen, does anyone believe he would have been made to make a public apology? Really? REALLY?

I don’t for one minute believe Kristen Stewart woke up one morning and thought ‘oh my gosh I must apologise publicly for hurting Rob and disappointing my fans’.

No, some demented, deluded publicity spokesperson thought it was a good idea and went ahead and did it.

R-Patz has every right to be hurt. But that’s life. Young people hook up, unhook, rehook, and hang their undies on someone’s else’s hook. Apologise and move on, people. Growing up is about learning from those hurts.

K-Stew just effectively humiliated herself publicly for being a 22-year-old.

We’ll be expecting politicians to apologise for lying, shortly.

It’s insanity, people. INSANITY.

How good is this kid?!?

In music, youth on May 12, 2012 at 2:10 am

If youth knew; if age could

In oxygen thieves, youth on April 12, 2012 at 12:59 am

It’s fair to say that, in the main, I am none too fond of the young.

That’s a generalisation, of course. I work with some fine young people in their early to mid-20s. But of course they are trying to make their way in a profession that rewards a modicum of intelligence, the ability to read the emotions of others and yes, good manners. So they’re probably more likeable than your average youngster.

In my defence I didn’t like young people even when I was one, so I don’t believe my dislike is a symptom of middle age.

I was bullied by girls throughout my schooling. Boys were a mystery to me until I hit university, and frankly it wasn’t a mystery I had much interest in solving. And since then teenagers have been the bane of my existence.

And why should they not target me? I’m fat, gay, grey-haired and female. I tick all the boxes for a juicy target.

So watching two young lads in their crappy, souped-up cars running a red light tonight, one chasing the other in yet another pointless exercise in dick-swinging, just made me shake my head as I muttered some cliche about the youth of today.

Nobody was hurt, nothing was damaged. Although, truth be told, five seconds later and it would have been my car they were aiming at.

If youth knew; if age could. Sigmund Freud knew his shit, in so many ways.



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