By MIA FREEDMAN
This is not a ‘leave Kylie alone’ post. It’s far too late for that. With the level of fame she has, the extreme public interest in her personal life is a trade off she made decades ago.
And she understands that.
She is the consummate professional, always smiling, accessible and uncomplaining during the countless media intrusions into her life. Sometimes they’re invited, often not but Kylie is unfailingly chipper, even when she’s accosted by paparazzi in the street. Even during her battle with breast cancer.
So please don’t cry for Kylie. Not unless she asks you to. With the news her six year relationship with Spanish model Andres Velencoso has ended, here’s how I’m hearing it described in the media:
“Kylie! Unlucky again!”
“Kylie back on the shelf!”
“Why is Kylie so unlucky in love?”
Now it may well be true that Kylie is devastated. But it also may not. The end of every relationship is not always a bad or dramatic thing. Of course it is a sad one but some relationships just run their course. People change and grow apart. Why is there this pervasive idea that unless a relationship ends in marriage and children, it’s somehow a failure? And why is there the expectation that those things are the preferred option of every woman over 25?
Kylie has been asked about marriage in pretty much every interview she’s done since she started dating Jason Donovan during Neighbours when she was a teenager. Interestingly, male celebrities are never asked about marriage. It’s not seen as the ultimate end-game for men.
I’ll never forget the beautiful way Kylie answered the obligatory question about marriage one time. She said that she’s never believed in the idea of The One. Rather, she saw her romantic life as a series of journeys. And that you walk alongside someone on a shared path until the point at which your paths diverge. And your journey continues.
This struck me at the time as being incredibly insightful and wise and I’ve thought of it often.
The idea that traveling along a road that doesn’t lead to marriage is a wasted journey is so very 1950s. It’s limited and myopic and frankly, pretty insulting.