Dear Brian,
Just when I thought I was so old and hardened that
my heart was bulletproof, I find myself once again shot down in flames. As someone who spent her youth falling for narcissist
cads – actors, rock stars – I thought I’d finally found my perfect guy in
you: Handsome, sexy, smart, funny, with unimpeachable integrity, yet still emotionally
unavailable. Motherlode!
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| Source: Nate Beeler, Columbus Daily Tribune |
Why, Brian?
Sure, we all have brain farts, but you could have had a colonoscopy
after this one.
You were the guy. With your boyish charm and sincere crooked
little smile, we even believed you when you said that watching your daughter’s anal sex scenes on
“Girls” didn’t bother you. Although, I have to admit I found that a bit
creepy. Now you’re just one more
celebrity with “poor judgment” who has to do an apology tour, go to rehab and
get counseling from the Reverend Al Sharpton.
I may never recover from this, Brian, but don’t
worry. You will. You can always go to work for Fox.
