Assuming this story in The Sun is true (which knowing them it probably isn’t but it made me as mad as hell anyway), it’s about time Halle Berry got herself a fucking life.
My fucking, fucking GOD. “Sex addiction” my fucking arse.
The man is a cheating, selfish turd, a disgrace to the institute of marriage/relationships/fidelity/loyalty/trust - the whole human race in fact - so what the flying sparkling HELL are you doing Halle messing up your career to give this jerk more time?
a) Its none of my business
b) We dont know all the facts, nor do we truly know (or know about) these people.
c) They often turn out to be petty, self-serving pricks to other people.
I know it seems hippocritical to post then, but I thought these are valid points to be made in general about analyzing celebrity (or other people’s in general) lives.
I do believe that there is such a thing as sex addiction, however, I find it hard to believe that it’s a problem with their marriage. To me, it sounds like he needs treatment himself. I suppose it would be supportive of her to help him, but how many wives (or husbands) have the option of quitting their jobs for three months to help with recovery?
If Hugh Grant could find himself moved to cheat on Elizabeth Hurley with a prostitute who can, charitably, best be described as plain, then it’s clear to me that cheating isn’t related to who your S.O. is, or how he or she looks.
I wonder how frustrated Halle’s friends must be, to see her going through this?
I mean if she was your sister/best friend/daughter, wouldn’t you just want to forcibly drag her off to a desert island, introduce some kind, loving, sexy men to her, while having the turd efficiently “dealt with” in her absence?
And I know a lot of people have whirlwind romances and shotgun weddings, all well and good, but wouldn’t you know that your fiance was a sex addict before you tied the knot? I mean wouldn’t you have some idea?
So true. I can’t watch a movie with Hurley without railing at the screen ever 8 minutes or so: “Grant, you dumb fucker! Look at her! LOOK AT HER!!!” Was Bedazzled a good movie? I saw it but couldn’t say.
::raising hand and jumping up and down:: Ooooh, pick me, pick me!
Sex addiction? What percentage of men aren’t “addicted” to sex, if you want to call it that? The difference is that those with class keep it in the relationship.
Watch out Manduck. She could very well unzip herself and turn out to be Barry Bostwick. (Though Barry Bostwick 10–20 years ago would not be a bad deal at all . . . )
Whenever I see Barry, though, I see a cross between George Washington and Brad Majors.
BTW, there is such a monster as sex addiction - Michael Douglas “suffered” from it. Now, what we dunno is whether Mr. Berry has been clinically diagnosed as such, or if he’s just a wick-dipper run amok.
Of course it’s tempting to condemn any sexual infidelity as not deserving to be excused by a clinical cause. But unless we’re medically qualified, or know enough about the Eric Benet or Michael Douglas cases to make an informed judgement, it’s probably best to keep an open mind.
In the light of that, here are a few cites that may be of use:
She has not had good luck picking men. I don’t remember if they were married or just in a committed relationship, but in the early 1990s she went through the same thing with MLB’er David Justice. He cheated on her as well.
I have no clue what could possess someone to do that – “Yeah, I could go home and eat filet mignon, but I’d rather stop on the side of the road and get a Whopper” :rolleyes:
Having no idea what this thread was about before I opened it … I’d just like to say that “chuck the turd out” is my new favorite euphemism for a bowel movement.
“Hey Jack, where you going?”
“I’ll just be in my ‘private libraray’ for a while.”
“Private library?”
“Yeah. I gotta chuck the turn out.”