First take a gander at this:
And then put up with the following ruminations, which really belong in SB of the week, but let’s put it in the cautionary tale department instead. I probably blathered on about this when Sir Paul had his legal colonoscopy. He came out with a relatively clean bill of health, thanks more than anything to the obviously venal motivations of the lovely ex Lady M.- I would refer to her as the one-legged bandit but that would be really politically incorrect so I won’t, and I didn’t say what I just said. But I will restate the obvious- if you have not lived in a dorm room or your parents’ house for more than 5 years at the time of marriage, after you have gotten a life, get a prenup.
It’s hard to feel sorry for Kelsey, since he very likely not only has enough money to divide 5 times let alone once, and if he’s anything like his TV persona he’s kind of a pompous ass. So we may have the impulse to say, stick a fork in ‘im, he’s done and be on to the next celebrity divorce. (See cevorce, this week’s New Word!) But you should use this like a car accident you pass on the road which makes you put down your blackberry, at least for the rest of that drive, and/or close the open bottle of Colt 45 you are drinking, and/or slow down to 70. The fact that Kelsey will likely end up in a year or five of legal and financial nastiness and be pilloried in the press makes you look almost approvingly at the Donald Trump approach. I believe it was the 5-year mark of the Marla marriage when she was either up (a higher prenup settlement amount) or out (with a mere- however many millions).
Consider it a legal condom. Or additional proof that there is no such thing as fex. (See the previous new word entry on that topic!) Happy hunting SBs!