It's not that I don't like elephants

I was riding home yesterday when a rush of relief came over me. Suddenly, I felt refreshed and full of life. Life actually seemed to come into focus; something it hadn’t done in about two years. It felt like coming off a really long binge or hang over. You may ask what brought about this moment of clarity. It was the news that Britney Spears filed for divorce from hubby KFed. You go girl, get rid of his triflin’ ass.

Amen and it’s about time. I can honestly say watching that freak show for over two years was freakin’ uncomfortable. Watching her deny marital problems and justify her marriage was down right embarrassing for her and the general public. Anyone in a relationship knows how tough it is to maintain. So, to watch her struggle while being pregnant for two years straight was more than unbearable. I’m glad that the pregnancy hormones have tapered off and the denial has been wiped clean.

Brit Brit reminds me of that girlfriend (everyone has one) whose boyfriend is a royal ass but despite knowing the truth, she seems unable or unwilling to make the changes and put him on the ex program. The funny thing about this situation is that I believe America had kind of given up on the pop tart. We knew she was not that innocent. You know not a girl but not yet a woman but who would have know her introduction to adulthood would be taught by a wanna-be rapper with kids and a couple of baby’s mamas. She took the master class.

I will be the first tuned in to see her spill the beans on Oprah. You know that’s coming soon. Brit’s situation brings to mind other dramas that play out with our favorite (and not so favorite) celebs in a very public forum. Here are a few more extremely uncomfortable elephant-in-the-room dilemmas that can no longer be ignored:

Whitney Houston’s love of the bad boys

I don’t blame Bobby Brown for Whitney’s drug problems but you can’t tell me looking at his bugged eyes and dealing with his kids everyday wouldn’t drive you to experiment with a crack pipe. Being Bobby Brown was the most self-indulgent and voyeuristic of the reality shows. It ranks up there with the horrifyingly awkward Anna Nicole Smith Show. While funny for one episode, you almost feel dirty watching these people obviously struggling with addiction.

Tomcat forever

There’s now a countdown until the blessed nuptials of the madly in love Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. How long are to pretend that this is a genuine relationship? I don’t care if Top Gun prefers men over women and I don’t care if Katie was on the rebound or looking for a career boost. That’s their business but don’t cram it down our throat as a bond based on romantic love. Very few bonds are based solely on love. Let’s call if what it is: and arrangement. You know how I feel about arrangements. I’m all for it but don’t concoct an entire fairytale romance around it.

Dannielyn has two fathers

I was shocked and oddly drawn to a painful interview with Anna Nicole Smith and her baby’s “father” Howard Stern on Entertainment Tonight and Extra last night. She was clearly drugged and propped up by her “lawyer” and now “husband” Howard. She was blabbering on while he tried to make sense of it and keep her from tumbling over. It reminded me of the infamous Mike Tyson/Robin Givens interview where Mike was medicated like a big cat. Anna was dopey and out of her mind; all the while proclaiming Howard the father of her child. It’s going to be embarrassing and somewhat heartbreaking when the truth comes out. She’s been through a rough couple of months.

Who else has an elephant in the room?