I hit the remote last night and there on VH1 was Hulk Hogan, with his daughter Brooke at a restaurant table, with 'divorce tears' streaming down his face. "It's been a crazy year”, he said. Yes Hulk, the year after a divorce usually is. “Broken Dream tears,” as I call them, flowed as he pointed out his family used to fill that table for 4. Empty chairs are so freakin’ loud, aren’t they?
Hulk tells Brooke he's proud of her for being a leader and taking the high road. Brilliant when kids reverse roles with parents! Brooke tells her Dad, “I know it’s Hard To Let Go.” Truthfully I’d have a little trouble letting go too Hulk, if some 19-year-old man were living in MY mansion.
"Brooke Knows Best" is on VHi if you haven't caught it -- the post-split follow-up to the Hogan family show I used to love. We now get to watch in real time what happens when a family splits. As if we don't know. Parents date other people, kids split their time between parents, and what used to be be yours, mine and ours is no longer.
I was just wondering to myself this week if the nation's swine flu fears were affecting romance. Is kissing someone you just met OK? What if this new set of lips just came off an airplane with someone who was in Mexico? What if "new lips" lives with a kid, who's friends with a kid, who was friends with another kid who went to Cancun? Will the line ..."So how long have you been divorced," be replaced by by "So, been to Mexico lately?"
Everyone I know is still kissing. People I don't know who I asked, said they hadn't thought about it. Should we be on kissing alert? I just read that The Archdiocese of New York has asked churchgoers not to shake hands when they offer each other the sign of peace during mass. If peaceful handshaking has been relegated to mass high fives, maybe we should issue a non denominational "no kissing strangers" warning. Not that that will be a problem soon if we are all wearing masks, but for now anyway, while we all privately doing out best to avoid the invisible demon.
Could jury duty be the new way to meet a mate? That, and if you want to find a wine opener in your big purse, bring it to a courthouse scanner. These are the two topics in my blog today.
I was called for jury duty this week. Not the most convenient time to be pulled away from earning money, but then when is jury duty ever convenient?
News that a couple actually met and married after serving jury duty together was obviously meant to inspire the singles who arrived for jury duty last week at The Westchester County Court House in White Plains, NY. Got my attention.
Judge Francis Nicolai, who addressed us all in the big jury arrival room, should seriously think of doing stand-up. He’s heard every excuse in the book about why people need to get out of jury duty and quipped that if he knew so many people were sick and insane, he’d have done better for himself in the medical field.
I am an iPhone groupie, in love with the new iPhone applications ("apps" as they call them). I am searching for a software genius who could help me create some specific new apps to assist us divorced gals with our unique lifestyle needs.
For example, there’s a new application called the TravelTracker which stores information about your flight, hotel reservation, and car rental in one place, and can also track and categorize expenses as you go.
For us divorced gals, I would like to see the HunkTracker for when you spot a good looking guy on the highway. It would allow you to track his license plate to motor vehicles and find out if he's single before you run him off the road.
Regardless of who is to blame in a divorce, we know divorce is a broken dream, and now thanks to Reese Witherspoon opening up in Elle Magazine, we are reminded that success, good looks, and money don’t kill the pain.
We girlfriends here at FWW know better than anyone the emotions that Reese describes feeling: “Very humiliating and very isolating… And I still have moments where I’m like, Nothing’s ever gonna make sense again.”
Suffering in silence is an Olympic sport for divorced women, who are often too embarrassed, humiliated, or proud to ask for help, no matter who caused the divorce.
Looking at Reese from a distance, we assume she’s just fine after her divorce. After all, she’s a gorgeous celebrity with plenty of money who’ll move on to another hot celebrity relationship in the time it takes us to flip the remote.
I love random conversation over a glass of wine at a bar. Could be any bar in any city and anyone who piques my interest. Unlike most single women, I will wander into a commotion-filled bar to amuse myself and see what adventure unfolds. You should try it.
Conversation is my game, and since First Wives World is my business, I often bring it up. Seems there's always somebody with a divorce story to share.
So I've decided to feature my random bar conversations starting today.
At the bar (after work at Rothmans’s Steak House at 3 East 54th St. in NYC) was an energetic, attractive young blond woman who just turned 30. Her friend had gone out for a cigarette, leaving me space to squeeze through to order a cabernet. We struck up a conversation, and I quickly discovered that “Irene," as I will call her, was a smart, professional, single gal working in the hotel industry. And she was a pistol! Here's Irene’s divorce story:
Fact: On their weekends without the kids, many divorced women aspire to sex.
Fact: Madonna is a divorced woman who spent her weekend without the kids...with three young studs...and had people take pictures. Al-righty then. Welcome to the gender reversal of sexual and monetary power.
This brings us to the latest issue of W magazine - "W" in this instance stands for WHEW! And Madonna, as always, has tongues wagging yet again. Hey, the woman is not boring even if some young stud's mother wants to knock her out.
Let me sum up this Madonna thing quickly as I see it.
She dropped off the kids with her husband for the weekend, then rushed home to quickly pack and hop a plane to the Maldives knowing three hot young studs were waiting for her.
She wore large dark glasses, wrapped a trench coat over her kick-ass body, and brought some new sensible but sexy lingerie. What, no bathing suit? Guess she wasn't planning on being outside much.
