Don’t get me wrong. In 2005, when it hit the news that Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt were splitting up I was definitely Team Aniston. Not because I had anything against Angelina Jolie. Not because I thought it was a competition. Because I LOVE Jennifer Aniston. And I felt sad for her. And yes, I know she’s not the most versatile actor, and yes, a lot of her movies are pants, and yes, in retrospect there is a LOT wrong with Friends. But I just LOVE Jennifer Aniston. It might be her independence. It might be the familiarity. It may very well be because she’s bloody gorgeous and she just seems lovely. Who knows? I love her. And as a result I could not believe that Brad Pitt could cheat on her with anyone and leave her for anyone. Even Angelina Jolie. No matter how insanely beautiful the woman is. I just didn’t get it.
But cheat on her he did. And leave her he also did. All very publicly.
So, why? WHY? Have the press been pressuring them to get back together for the last 15 years?
It’s like he’s some sort of trophy. This isn’t a case of Steffi Graf making a tennis comeback, where winning Wimbledon 20 years later is some incredible achievement.
Brad Pitt is not a trophy. Sure. I’ve seen him, and I’m not going to lie; he’s pretty. And he’s good at what he does. But he is a man who cheated on a woman and then dumped her.
Why is everyone so desperate for that woman (who is, frankly, a goddess) to return to that relationship?
Why?!? She was the fucking trophy. And he took a public piss in it.
And he doesn’t deserve to get her back.
(In my humble, super informed opinion)
My Name is Not Debbie 