Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Public Pressures Publicizing Your Love for Someone

So, hot on the flat, comfy heels of Golden State overturning the cheery matrimony ban, Ellen DeGeneres announced on her show, that she's marrying the stunningly hot Portia Delaware Rossi.

She got a standing standing ovation — and Iodine could state Ellen hasn't been this happy since she professed the same love for Ann Heche, also on TV, a decennary ago. As you know, seeing Ellen happy, do me happy — for everyone should beryllium happy with the 1 they love — be they straight, gay, transgendered, bi-curious, master-slave, S and M, or even Belgian. Especially Belgian. Those suffering assholes rate it.

But Ellen already cognizes that once you publicise your love, it uses undo pressure level on that human relationship to last — even if it's not meant to be. And then, bitterness grows, leading inevitably to something named Coley Laffoon. Such a stupid, stupid name.

The fact is if you ever desire to dwell "happily ever after," you necessitate to close the Hell up about it. Profession one's love publicly only works in sappy commercials, bad movies and perhaps keeps in the East Village where the endurance of your scrotum depends on it. For me, public exhortations of love are no different than telling everyone how great your intestine motions are since switching to All-Bran. No 1 gives a sh_t, except you. Related
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And so, this is why I never discourse my matrimony with anyone — which is the chief ground why Toilet Stamos and I are so happy together.

And if you differ with me, then you sir are worse than Hitler!

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