Reese Witherspoon, with her ankle shaped skull, hadn’t been married long before every intimate detail of her ceremony (presumably, that includes the wedding shag they indulged in) was hauled before we in the bleachers, so we could pore over it in the press and not know quite why we were interested.
Did the knowledge of Witherspoon’s dress designer and guest list really add any value to our lives? No. But it’s kinda fun to annoy people with more money and talent than us, right?
And so, to gripe about her loss of privacy, the Walk The Line actress decided to open up about her private thoughts to a magazine so we could read all about it.
Reese says, wiping away tiny salty tears from her famous eyeballs:
“I feel like an ingrate for even thinking anything isn’t good. I’m very, very, very lucky… but ? I parted with my privacy a long time ago. We went different ways.
“And sometimes I mourn it. Sometimes I will sit in the car and cry. Because I can’t get out. That’s the only thing: I mourn the loss of my privacy.”
She told Vogue magazine, who in turn, will tell their millions of readers about Witherspoon’s innermost thoughts. It must be tough having a nice wedding and everyone pawing at it though. What next? Us peering into her actual relationship? Who would leak such a thing?!
“I just feel really lucky to be with someone who cares so much and is so kind and loving. You know? It’s a really nice thing to finally have that.”
“Over the holidays I was at a department store in L.A. with my friends, and these three women from Oklahoma came up to me, and they said ‘Reese. We are so happy for yeeew. We liiike this guy for yeeew.”
“And I said, ‘You do?!’ ‘Yes, ma’am. We think he is a niiice man. We think he is going to treat you well and be good to yeeew.’ I was like, ‘Really?’ So sweet! And I told them my mother likes him very much, too.”
Oh great! Drag your poor mother into all this as well!
Next week: Reese shows us what she’s like in the bedroom by inviting us all to her house to watch her knocking uglies with her husband.
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