It’s confirmed- Jennifer Aniston is still feeling sorry for herself.
When a media whore just can’t let go.
What is it with our national obsession with actress Jennifer Aniston’s love life? But these days the better question may be what is it with Jennifer Aniston’s public fascination with her love life?
Reading with intrigue we read this morning in the seminal NY Post (Trash) that Jen had a minor breakdown during a filming of a romantic scene which had the over exposed beyond the proprieties of decency actress locking herself in her trailer while she wiped away crocodile tears and later extolled the whole thing reminded her of when she was with Brad Pitt. Oh….let the tears come dribbling down kids.
Aniston then reacted when she was asked if she had become the unluckiest girl in love (considering her very dismal public love life failures which somehow seem to correlate very well to her remarkable acting career never mind that at best she’s a regurgitated sitcom actress) by saying:
“If I’m the emblem for ‘this is what it looks like to be the lonely girl getting on with her life,’ so be it.”
Can the world now let a collective long deep primal sigh?
The moral of the story- is there a high correlation with Jen being a well paid and highly sought actress and a lonely dribbling fool?