Upon announcing an impending divorce just 18 days after her most recent wedding, Sinead O’Connor was philosophical. She pondered the wisdom of insisting upon a post-ceremonial drug run through Vegas with her new husband, who it turns out is a drug counsellor. Nothing compares to you Sinead, except most of your husband’s clients.
Russell and Katy married in India just one year ago. The festivities went on for a week. Then she released and album and toured it around the world. He released a movie, (unfortunately for all of us it was Arthur) which he promoted all over different bits of the world to the ones she was in. Cracks appeared. They dealt with them in the traditional ways; getting matching tattoos and reassuring Ellen, but the silly season was to be their undoing.
I can only assume they gave each other the shits over something stupid like how long her parents were staying or where he’d left the sticky tape, and the next thing they knew Christmas was off, the rings were off, and someone owed Ellen an explanation.
Of course it’s possible that the Brand/Perry marriage, and the Kardashian marriage, and the Ashton/Demi one, and the Ashlee Simpson/Pete Wentz one, and the Zooey Deschanel one, the Koby Bryant one, J-Lo’s, X-tina’s, Eva’s and all of Charlie’s marriages have been complicated pressure-cookers of passion that a simple suburban warrior like myself could never understand.