I’ve been home sick (again) these past couple days, this time with the stomach flu or food poisoning or something equally miserable. Yesterday was pretty bad. I woke up after a night of toilet-hugging and thought for a moment that I could actually function in real life. Knowing that I had about six million things on my to-do list, I tried pep-talking myself out of bed. “OK, Michelle, just lift off the covers. One, two, three. Go team!” But while my brain said yes, my body said oh, hell no. I instead tweeted my agony and my Twitter friends said I needed to stay home and rest. And Twitter is ALWAYS right.
I was able to muster up enough strength and walk downstairs to the living room and collapse on the couch there. The one perk of weekday sickness is bad TV. I flipped through the channels and landed on a “Jon & Kate Plus 8″ marathon. Yessss.
You guys, I watched like 10 episodes in a row. That statement right there is more legit than a doctor’s note. I was really, really sick.
They were doing this whole retrospective thing because the very last Jon & Kate episode would air later that night. Gosh, it was the cutest, happiest show back in its early days, wasn’t it? Kate with her crazy and Jon with his sarcasm and the kids with their quarter-Asian adorableness — it was all so endearing. They were Just Like Us.
But of course, we all know how their story unfolds.
So I had to watch the final episode just because I had invested so much of my day into this mindlessness. Unsurprisingly, it was a train wreck. So much tension. So much hate.
Sigh.
Why can’t they just love each other?
I spent the rest of the night being mad at Jon, thinking things like: How can you eff up your family like that? You’re not “only 32.” You’re already 32! Man up! And come on, just stop with the Ed Hardy, will ya?
I get way too emotionally involved in celebrity couple breakups, particularly married couple breakups. When Brad and Jen split, I was devastated. When Nick and Jessica called it quits, I cried (and am still holding onto hope that they’ll maaaaaaybe one day get back together).
It all makes me so sad. And it makes me think about marriage. (It’s kinda sad that this is what finally gets me thinking about marriage, but whatever.)
Why didn’t these couples last? What went wrong? Could it have been prevented? What would they have done differently?
When they were engaged and planning their weddings, I’m sure she thought, “I’m in love and he’s The One and OF COURSE this is forever.” I’m sure he drove over to her house on a Monday night just to pet her head when she was sick with the stomach flu.
What makes their relationship so much different than ours?
(Let’s hope it’s fame and beauty and fortune, cuz we’ve got none of that.)
