The BGA

Speaking
of failed heterosexuals, Marshall Eminem Bruce Mathers III has filed for
divorce from his wife and muse Kim. This time their marriage lasted a whole 82
days. This is third time Marshall and Kim have been married… to one another.
I really thought they were going to make it work this time, Marshall seems so
dedicated to Hailie, the couples pubescent daughter. Oh well guess this means
we’re in for one of those really mean records very soon, with angry vengeful
verses directed at Kimbo… and look out next year this time for a
reconciliation.
Truthfully speaking two years ago I couldn’t have cared less about Eminem’s
marital woes, but like so many other things I love, Rose turned me on to
the saga of their love. Rose
knows a lot about love… um let me rephrase that, Rose falls in love a
lot. She’s also from
a trashy (although picturesque) island off of Victoria B.C. so
she understands how hard it is for a couple of
borderline trailer trash to make it work. I think Rosary also related
to the on again off again aspect of their relationship, which at the time
mirrored her own dysfunctional and on again off again relationship with Matt.
Sidebar: Matt is a cool guy, but like dude what up with telling everyone Rose is your stalker ex-
gf? so she calls you 3 times a day still, and asks you if you love her and
cries, that sounds pretty normal to me, I think you’re selfish and
unreasonable.
Anyways, Rose
turned me on to the real Eminem show, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat sad
for Rosita herself
as I read about the latest Em- Kim split. Here are two people who have done the
full rags to riches dreams come true blah blah blah, and they seem destined to
repeat this same love/hate cycle until the day Em really does make good on his
word and kills the bitch. Also I wonder for Rose’s own narrative.
Is she doomed to repeat the same mistakes that have alienated her from her
partners in the past? Does love exists for the girl in love with love itself?
More importantly what about me?
Someone told me recently that as men age they face two possible outcomes. Tall
men have the option, if they maintain their waist lines, to grow old as wan,
blithe swan like creatures, like a Donald Sutherland or Gregory Peck. The other
option, unfortunately the only option for those of a more humble stature is
creepy old geezer, letch perv geezah! So even if I die alone, I’ll look damn
fine and damn blithe in my coffin. P.S open casket all the m.f. way.

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