Posted by Ilana Angel
I love Bret Michaels. While his music is not really my cup of tea, he is a reality television icon, and I dig him. Anyone who can do a television show about finding the perfect skank, and come out looking charming and endearing, has got something special.
Mr. Michaels is currently in ICU, having suffered a brain hemorrhage last week. This came less than two weeks after he had to have an emergency appendectomy. He has also been battling diabetes since he was a little kid. Bret is 47 years old, and has two young daughters.
His tour manager posted the following statement on his website: “As we all know Bret is a fighter and we are hopeful that once all is complete the slurred speech, blurred vision and dizziness, etc. will be eliminated and all functions will return to normal.”
My prayers are with Bret and his family. This is a lovely man, and all of his fans are not only praying for him to have a speedy recovery, but we also hope he wins Celebrity Apprentice. The good news is that now he can shave his head, rock a fabulous bald dome, and lose the hats with sewn in hair.
Bret Michaels is a good man. He loves his children, and is great at what he does. He has reinvented himself, and built a new career, without compromising who he is. Rock of Love was an entertaining train wreck, but Celebrity Apprentice has given us a look as who he really is, and he is fabulous. Get well soon Bret.
If I live to be a million years old, I will never understand Tiffany Tehan. She is the young wife and mother from Ohio, who left her family to run away with her boyfriend, who also happens to be married. Her baby is one year old, and she decided to leave her, so she could start a new life.
Really? Who does that? Even if she could justify leaving in her head, why not just tell her husband, and go? Was this decision, which caused so much pain, created such drama, and cost so much money, really necessary? At what point does leaving a baby, and a life, seem like a good idea? This is not just one person acting irrationally, but two.
Everyone is talking about this woman who left her baby, and husband, but no one is talking about her boyfriend, who is also married, and left his family. His actions were just as shocking and disgusting as hers, but he seems to be getting a free pass, which is weird.
If you have the balls to cheat on your husband, start a relationship with a man who is married and has his own family, leave your husband, and the innocent little baby who will never understand what you did, then why can’t you have the balls to just say you want out?
I’m not in this woman’s home. I have no idea what she was thinking, or what was happening that made her do what she did. All I know for sure, is that there is no man, no amount of money, no dream of something different, no promise of joy, which would make me leave my kid. Ever.
Like most teenagers, my son went to see the movie Kick Ass this weekend. He left the theater thinking it was an excellent film, and that the star of the movie, Aaron Johnson, was amazing. At only 19, Mr. Johnson is a role model to my son and his buddies, all of who have acting aspirations.
Here’s the deal about the young boy, that my son thinks is so great. When he was 17, he was cast in a movie called Nowhere Boy, where he played a young John Lennon. When he was 18, he filmed the movie, which was directed by a woman named Sam Taylor-Woods, who was then 42 years old, and an established artist, who was directing her first film.
Aaron then began an affair with Sam, who was divorced, had 2 children, and had survived cancer twice. Not only did they have an affair, but they are now “in love”. Aaron is now 19, Sam is 43, and she is 7 months pregnant with her 3rd child, of which Aaron is the father. Are they kidding?
I keep thinking about Aaron’s mother, who must have been so proud of her son that his career was taking off. He was a working actor, that made money, which is rare. Then the director, who is the same age as she is, is now going to be the mother, of her baby’s baby.
When their baby goes off to college, he will be younger than she is now, and she will be in her 60’s. What was she thinking? Her oldest child is only 6 years younger than the father of her baby. I think it’s disturbing, and she should be ashamed of herself.
Her friends told tabloid newspapers in England that Taylor-Woods was not into having a relationship with him, but he was “relentless”, and she caved. Are you kidding me? This little boy, who could be her own child, was able to make her lose her common sense long enough to have his baby?
I don’t care that he is 19 years old, or that he is working and supporting himself. He is just a kid. He should be living his life, and enjoying himself, not changing diapers, and living with a woman is almost 25 years older than him. His stepchildren will be closer in age to him, than he is to the mother of his child.
It was a very strange weekend. The spotlight was placed on a wide variety of people, from a wide variety of places, and it showed us that people are strange. No one is perfect. Everyone has issues, drama, and baggage. It is amazing however, how many people appear to be living with no common sense.
I am never going to leave my child. Ever. Not for any person, place, or thing. I am not going to find myself a 19 year old boyfriend, and have his baby. Ever. All I can do is live my life, pray for those who need help, laugh at the craziness of this world, and keep the faith.
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April 25, 2010 | 10:18 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Every once in a while I come across something that I feel I must spread the word on. This past week I discovered something really great, and want to share. This is a treasure, right here in Los Angeles, so if you’re local, it’s worth taking a look at.
At Your Side Private Exercise is a private gym. While I just discovered it, it was founded by a woman named Lesley Goldberg in 1989. My girlfriend Jyllian and I, went in and did a training session together with Lesley, and it was fabulous.
Lesley was really great. She was friendly and funny, and kept us focused on the workout, without our feeling like we were working out at all. She gave Jyllian and I work out that was adjusted to meet both of our needs, but we were able to do it together, which made it more fun than going alone.
I walk every day, and do yoga, but this was different. When someone shows you exactly what to do, how to do it, and for how long, it changes everything. The next day I was sore, but not in a “never doing that again” way, it was more of an “I can’t wait to do it again” way.
The gym is small, and very clean. The trainers were all kind and friendly. Everyone has their own “specialty” training. For Lesley, she focuses on training people over 40. Lesley is herself over 40, and her body is inspiring, but not intimidating. She made us feel comfortable, and confident.
The clients are all ages, sizes, and fitness levels. The prices are reasonable, and you can go for as many, or as few sessions that you like. There was a woman there who has been training with Lesley for years, was about to turn 60, and looked like she was in her 40’s.
This is a great gym, and a great find. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to work out in a safe and comfortable environment. You get all the benefits of a full service gym, with your own personal trainer, without having to go to a large scale, meat market, work out experience.
Additionally, Lesley is building up her Orthodox Jewish clientele. She will close the gym on certain days, for certain hours, so it is private training for either the ladies with Lesley, or with a male trainer for the gentlemen. I don’t know of any other gym that offers this specialized service.
At Your Side is located at 223 South Robertson Blvd, one block south of Wilshire, at Charleville. They have parking available in the back, and there is a ton of metered street parking. The phone number is 310-275-5635, and you can visit them online at www.atyoursideprivateexercise.com.
Working out is hard. Not always physically hard because you can decide how far to push your body, but mentally challenging, to motivate yourself. At Your Side, makes it a whole lot easier. If you want to get started, and need a little nudge, call Lesley. She will help you keep the faith.
April 23, 2010 | 11:15 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
My blog is about keeping the faith. The dictionary defines faith as the confident belief or trust in the truth or trustworthiness of a person, concept or thing. Faith is not just about religion. When I am faced with adversity, no matter how difficult things are, I manage to keep the faith.
It’s not always easy. Some days I have abundant amounts of faith to hold on to, and other days, it takes every last ounce of my strength, to find a sliver of faith to pull me through. I have faith in God, in myself, and in people in general. For me, faith is much bigger than just my practice of Judaism.
I like to think that people are inherently good. Listen, I know not all people are good. I am not so naïve as to think everyone is kind, but with all the pain and suffering in the world, and people trying to help, I allow the goodness of a few, to shape how I view people in general. I have faith there will always be kind people.
If I didn’t think strangers were capable of kindness, it would be really hard to be positive about the future for my son, and this world. If I were to focus on all the negative things that are happening in the world, I would never leave my house, home school my kid, and live in constant fear.
If you take into account how I live my life, my choices to be kind, and my conscious decision to keep the faith, you can imagine how crushing it is, when I am attacked for thinking this way. I am a person who tries very hard to not judge people, I don’t always succeed, but at least I try.
I wrote a blog about meeting Sarah Palin, and I was bombarded with hate mail. Not only from strangers, but from people in my own life. I wrote a blog about feeling compassion for Nadya Suleman, and I was once again buried under hate mail. I was judged harshly, for not judging.
I said I would welcome Sarah Palin into my home for dinner, and people wrote to say I was un-American and should be deported back to Canada. I wrote that I felt badly for the struggles that Nadya Suleman faces everyday, and my ability to parent my own child was questioned.
My little blog, and by little of course I mean fabulous, hit a nerve with a lot of people. They were so outraged by my words, that they felt compelled to write me, and share their opinions. It’s great when people write, it’s sad however, when they stop talking about the topic, and attack me.
After the Sarah Palin blogs, I felt sad. It was so upsetting to me that in America, a country with so much hate in its history, hate was still so pervasive. Now, after the Nadya Suleman blog, I am not only sad, but also disgusted. It is hard to keep the faith, when hate is pelted at you.
Why is it so hard for people to be compassionate? I did not say Nadya should be named mother of the year. I simply stated that I felt for her. If you take all your opinions about her out of the picture, and just think about the fact that she is a single mom of 14, can you not find compassion?
If one more person sends me reading material so I can learn all about her, I will scream. I don’t care. I have no interest in knowing anything about this woman. I watched the Oprah interview because I watch Oprah everyday, not because I was tuning so I could start an Octomom fan club.
I stand by my feelings of compassion for this woman. I also stand by my invitation to Sarah Palin, to come to my home for Shabbat dinner. To be clear, I am not comparing Sarah to Nadya. The only thing they appear to have is common, is that people who do not know them, hate them.
It’s interesting how people are so willing to have such strong opinions about people they have never met. I’m not implying that I don’t do it too, because I do. For example, I have never met George Clooney, but I am of the strong opinion, that if he met me, he would want to marry me.
My opinion of Sarah Palin is based on the fact that I met her. I spent time with her, spoke with her, and determined, based on our time together, that she was lovely. I did not register myself as a Republican, shoot a wolf from a helicopter, or plan to hold a tea party in my home.
I am interested in learning what the bible, both old and new testaments, say about hating others. If you have a passage, or biblical reference, please send them to me. I will also research it and see what I can find. Is hating someone, for what they believe in, accepted by God?
I hope I will always be able to live my life in a way I am proud of, and inspires my son to be proud of me. I will continue to think people are inherently good. I hope that when people direct their hate in my direction, I am able to not take it personally, and focus on keeping the faith.
April 22, 2010 | 2:05 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
When I got married, I loved my husband. I believed we would be together forever, raise a family, and grow old, side by side. That was 18 years ago, and my memories have faded with each year and each argument. I cannot remember when I loved him, but remember the last time I hated him.
If given the opportunity to have peace with an ex, would you take it? When someone breaks your heart, even after it’s healed, does war feel better than peace? Is it easier to deal with hurt, if you paint yourself into a corner, where there’s nothing to do but hate?
When in a relationship, can we relax enough to enjoy it for what it is, and be satisfied? Is there always going to be the lingering question: Is the grass greener on the other side? Is anyone ever completely satisfied with their partner? Is really liking someone, a good substitution for love?
I have a friend, who we’ll call “Jimmy”. He dated a girl, we’ll call ”Faith”, for a while, and he said loved her. All of us friends loved them together, and thought he had met his Beshert. They had a great love, but in his mind, he thought he could do better, and so they broke up.
It was shocking because we could not figure out who could be better than Faith. Maybe he wanted someone younger, thinner, smarter, or dumber? We didn’t know, and to be fair, neither did he. Jimmy was just certain that he needed something else, and he would know it, when he found it.
So now he is with a new girl and he really likes her. He says she is everything he wants, in some ways, but not in others. The pieces that were missing in his relationship with Faith, he has with her. The problem is, it turns out that the stuff he had with Faith, was the more important stuff.
According to Jimmy, his new girl is not the same religion, is not an intellectual, does not share his passions, cannot support herself financially, is not a good conversationalist, and while he is insanely attracted to her, he worries that in trying to not settle for Faith, he ended up settling.
If the grass you see everyday, is green enough, is it better to just lay down and enjoy your nice grass, or do you risk losing your perfectly fine grass, to see what is on the other side? As humans, when we become complacent, do we settle, or can we find the energy to strive for something better?
If you give up everything, for the idea of something better, and then you find something that is not better, just different, can you accept it? If you know you can’t go back to what you had, do you just suck it up and settle? Jimmy clearly was asking for some kind of advice, but I could not give him any.
There are many choices in life where you cannot listen to anyone, but yourself. I am not in his relationship, so I do not know what happens everyday, when it’s just them. If I go by the things he tells me, which he undoubtedly does not mention to his girlfriend, I would advise him to go.
We all stayed in touch with Faith, and she has moved on. It took her a long time, but she did it, and she is in a relationship now, with a man who offers her things Jimmy could not. She didn’t settle, but rather found greener grass, which must annoy Jimmy. Faith was happy with Jimmy, yet his leaving, led her to someone better.
Relationships are tough. They are hard to find, and harder to keep. Does the loss of love, gives us a pass to hate? Does the lack of peace, invite us to engage in war? I wish I lived in NYC so I could enjoy urban concrete, and not worry about the grass on the other side of the sunny California fence. Is it harder in Los Angeles, where the weather is good, and you can literally see the grass next door?
With risk can come great reward. That said, you can put everything on the line to see if the grass is greener on the other side, and 99% of the time, the other side will have luxurious, and much greener grass. The problem, is that it also has 20 dogs, who are peeing and pooping all over it.
i am going to make a list of the top ten things I am looking for in a partner. Once I pick my top three, I will not compromise on them. I am open to negotiating the other seven, but I’m sticking firm to my top three. Love is a many splendid thing. The decisions we make, when looking for love, can be made easier if we simply remember to keep the faith.
April 21, 2010 | 9:07 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Hell must have frozen over, because last night, when Kate Gosselin got voted off of Dancing With The Stars, I cried. She was crushed to go home and I felt really, really bad for her. To be clear, not only did she need to go, but she never should have been there.
I feel horrible for this woman. They dragged her elimination on for 45 minutes, which was insane. It was reality television magic, but almost uncomfortable to watch. When she was told she was off, and started to cry, I started crying with her.
I am a single mother, with one child. I can remember times when my son was little, when I would drive home from work, with my baby in the back seat, and I would cry the entire drive because I was so exhausted. Being a mother is hard work, doing it alone, is even harder.
This woman does not have the warmest, or bubbliest, personality. Even when she does something as simple as smile, she looks uncomfortable. I feel bad for her, and her sadness at being voted off, was palpable. In the end, I imagine her being on this show was more important than we ever thought.
Any of us would have done the show, if we were in her shoes. When you need to support eight kids, you don’t turn away from $200,000. When your ex-husband is a Douchelord, and you have to raise eight kids, you don’t turn away from $200.00. I don’t know why she was there, but now I’m sad she’s gone.
It’s unfortunate that nobody in her “camp”, tried to help her. It seems to me that if someone had given her some media training, she could have turned it around, and stayed a little longer. Kate Gosselin is a tragic figure. She became famous for having so many kids, and is famous now for having no talent.
Time will tell if doing the show was worth the money. She appears to be even more deflated now, so maybe it wasn’t. The thought of the Douchelord taking pleasure in her leaving, is enough to put me over the edge. I wish her luck, and suggest that before her new shows, she get some smiling lessons.
Nadya Suleman, “Octomom”, was on Oprah yesterday, and again I found myself crying. I feel just horrible for this woman, as her life seems to be driven by desperation. She clearly loves her children, but is in way over her head, and comes across as more defeated than happy.
The Oprah show spent 24 hours in her house, and I was exhausted just watching. Again, I can think back to when my son was a baby, and not sleeping, and my feeding him in the middle of the night, crying because I was just so very tired. I had one child and it was hard, so her life is unimaginable to me.
I do not doubt for one second that she loves her children. She was honest in the interview, and I came away from it really liking her. Clearly she is doing the best that she can. While she did not think out her decision to have more children, her decisions now, appear to be made with a smarter mind.
You just got the sense, by reading through the lines of her answers, that there are days, when she has had no sleep, and there is no money, and babies are crying, and the older kids are acting out, that she seriously wishes she had made a different choice for her life.
That is a horrible position to be in. There are 14 kids, and it’s too much to handle, especially on your own, but what do you do now? She loves her children, and she is not able to give them back, and won’t give them away, so she is stuck in a life that is draining, with no relief in sight.
I found Nadya to be articulate, charming, and tragic. For the first time, I not only liked her, but I wanted to hug her. She has had a lot of opportunities to whore out herself, and her kids, for money. Her choices, although not always smart, appear to be in the best interest of her kids.
Kate is exhausted with her 8 kids, and Nadya is sleepwalking with her 14. In comparison, I am able to view my life, and be proud of the decisions I’ve made. No matter what these women choose to share with the masses about their lives, we will never understand what it is like to walk in their shoes.
I love my child. When I was younger, I always thought I would have a lot of kids. Until recently, I had hoped I would have another one. This morning, I went into the room of my one, gorgeous, smart, funny, charming and perfect sleeping son’s room to wake him up for school, I cried again.
Being a mother is the greatest joy of my life. Through all the ups and downs, obstacles and tests, stress and drama, tears and frustration, that come with being a single parent, I would not change a thing. I am blessed, and having one child is enough to fill my heart with love forever.
To Kate and Nadya, I wish you, and all of your children, the best. No matter what people think about you, and regardless of what I have written about you, you have my respect. I don’t know how good of a job you are doing raising your kids, I do know however, that you’re doing the best you can.
We must trust our gut that we are doing a good job as parents. I remember in my own childhood, thinking my mother was the greatest person on the planet one minute, and others when I thought she was insane. How will my son look back at his childhood and me? I am keeping the faith.
April 20, 2010 | 12:24 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Why do I watch this show? I have not figured it out yet, so if anyone else does, please let me know. Not only do I watch it, for no apparent reason, I love it. We’re down to 8 contestants, and it’s impossible to know who will stay, and who will go.
Brooke Burke: Finally! A dress that shows off her fabulous body, without making her chest appear to be lopsided. She looked really beautiful last night, and if she can just stop slouching, she will be golden.
Niecy Nash: Bless her for trying. How can you not love her? She is really funny, and the only one who appears to honestly be having a good time. She takes the dancing seriously, but appreciates that it’s a reality competition show, and is not pretending to be something she is not. She is not going to win, but I want her to stay.
Chad Ochocinco: Chad and Cheryl need to get a room. In fact, it’s probably because they got a room, that they are losing focus. Seriously, this man is beautiful, and Cheryl has fallen for him, and she is getting stressed out, because he is clearly going home soon, and the romance will fade. If they could channel intimacy, instead of sex appeal, they would have a better shot.
Erin Andrews: I think the “clever” banter that Erin and Max exchange, is forced and fake. It was entertaining in the beginning, when it was natural, but now it’s manufactured, and not that cute. She is a good dancer, and I must admit that tonight she was almost likeable, but I don’t know if she will stay around.
Jake Pavelka: I’m hot and cold on Jake. Some weeks he has the best personality, and is an okay dancer. Other times, he appears to have no personality, but is a brilliant dancer. He was great this week, doing his best Tom Cruise impersonation. I don’t imagine he will be around much longer, but either way, whatever Jake we get, there is something entertaining to watch.
Pamela Anderson: I think she is fabulous, but for some reason her personality is coming across poorly. She is a great dancer, she is beautiful, and fun to watch. She just seems miserable, and comes across as negative, self centered, and uninterested. Such a shame, because when given an opportunity to have America love her, she is not able to do it. Oh well.
Kate Gosselin: Oh. My. God. Let’s not even talk about the dancing, because in the end it does not matter. When asked what was going on with her this week, she whined, again. Poor Kate has such a hard life. Then, barely hiding her misery, said her kids visited her in Los Angeles. She was not even excited. Even with all that, I still think she will stay another week.
Nicole Scherzinger: She is going to be in the finals. This girl can dance, is beyond beautiful, and has a body that men admire and women covet. She is not going home. She is the guarantee, that if we watch, we are going to see at least one fabulous performance. Her only problem may be that everyone assumes she will make it to the end, so they don’t vote for her.
Evan Lysacek: He is brilliant. Love the dancing, love the personality, love it all. The problem is that he is a bit boring. A great dancer to be sure, but no risks are taken. He is very technical, which is what makes him a great skater, but it’s like we are watching a professional dancing pair, not a celebrity who is willing to push it to the limit, like Nicole does.
You never know what will happen with the votes, and anyone could go home. If you are basing it on dancing, then it’s time for Kate to go. If you are basing it on least appealing personality, then it’s time for Kate to go. If you are basing it on being able to stomach watching it anymore, then it’s time for Kate to go. To Kate, might I suggest you cross your fingers, and keep the faith.
April 19, 2010 | 10:23 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
My ex-boyfriend called me this weekend. We have not spoken for several months, and getting a call from him was a surprise. We dated for over a year, and I can say with all honesty, that I have never loved a man more than I loved him. He was not only my boyfriend, but he was my best friend.
I wanted to marry him, and when we broke up, I thought we would be able to remain friends, and grow old together in a different way. I suppose that’s silly, and unrealistic, but having him in my life, was more important than the type of relationship we had. I truly thought we could do it.
We had an insanely close bond. I have never understood anyone on the level that I understood him, and never had anyone who made my life make sense like he did. He was smart, kind, funny, and wise. When we broke up I was devastated, and even now, a year later, I don’t understand what happened.
It’s hard to learn how to manage your life, and live in general, when the person who is so involved is suddenly gone. I don’t know how he dealt with the loss, but for me, I focused on Keeping The Faith. This blog, which has become so important to me, was born out the heartache of losing my friend.
He called to say hello and check in. When I heard his voice, I was not sure who it was for a second. When he said it was him, everything froze. I stopped breathing for a minute and thought I might pass out. I have never wanted to hang up the phone so badly, and started crying.
It took about 10 seconds for us to fall back into our friendship, and we spoke for about 20 minutes. It was really great to talk to him, and I am grateful that he called. There is a large part of my mind that knows we will never be friends again, and a small part of my heart, that prays for it everyday.
I was fine after he called. I had a moment of sadness, then quickly recovered. I thought about it for a second, tucked it away, and had a great weekend. I hung out with friends, worked out, went to a party, had a date, and all was good. Until last night, when I made a horrible decision.
I turned on the television to watch Celebrity Apprentice, and my TV was set to CBS, where they were airing The Academy of Country Music Awards. I got sucked in, and before I knew it, I was getting caught up in the music, and could not turn it off. By the time it was over, I was crying again.
Granted, this man crushed me in a way that I am not sure I will over recover from, but he also changed my life in profound ways, and the blog was born out of that loss. Last night, as I sat on my couch listening to country music, it occurred to me that maybe my destiny is to be a country music lyricist!
I’m listening to the songs about trucks, girls, love, hate, getting drunk, finding love, and losing love. As I listened to it all, I realized that our love affair, and the brutal crash that came when it ended, are the things that can inspire country music gold.
I listened to Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now” twenty times. It made me laugh, cry and think. I listened to “Change”, by Taylor Swift, and I remembered everything he had ever said to me. Country music is not what I thought it was. It touches your heart, because it comes from the heart.
I’m going to expand my horizons. In addition to writing Keeping The Faith, I might have a couple of killer country music hits buried just beneath the surface of my broken heart. I have a newfound appreciation for the genre of country music, and my iPod has a new playlist.
To my friend, thank you for calling. I wrote last week asking Tennyson’s famous question, is it better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all? I answered that I did not think it was. Losing love is too painful, and I just don’t think it is worth going through.
Your call changed my mind. Time has healed my broken heart. Hearing your voice, listening to your laugh, finishing each other sentences, was great. I love you my friend. I feel blessed to have loved you, and grateful to have been loved by you. I wish you well. I hope you are happy. I hope you know you will not get any residuals from my chart topping country music career.
It turns out a repaired heart is just as capable of giving and receiving love, as one that has never been broken. I’m waiting for Lady Antebellum to call so I can deliver my chart-topping hit. To my friend, my very best friend, thanks for calling. To everyone who is healing a heart, keep the faith.
April 16, 2010 | 11:09 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I am sick and tired of watching Kate Gosselin be miserable on Dancing With The Stars. I wanted so much to like her on this show. She is fascinating, has beautiful kids, and after the past year, I wanted something good to happen for her. In the end DWTS is the last place she should be.
That said, she is there, and so we need to help her. It’s not too late to turn it all around Kate. You are doing the best you can, and we get it. You need to be happy though Sweetie. I am sure you are sad, but it is translating into miserable on television, and that is not helping you.
I’ve had a change of heart about you Kate. I have been, while on a completely different level, where you are. I got divorced when my son was a baby and it was hard. I remember when my ex-husband started dating, which was about 5 minutes after I left, and it was crushing.
It takes time to get over the loss of a marriage, and you have not allowed yourself to do that. You jumped into the enormous challenge of making money, to support your family. I understand your choices, and support them. However, you can’t take care of your kids, if you don’t take care of yourself.
You need a hug. Not from your agent, or publicist, or anyone who is getting paid because of you. You need a friend to hug you. You need to feel supported and loved. Allow yourself to cry. Don’t cry about what you’re going through, or what you have to overcome. Cry for what you’ve lost.
Take a moment to grieve. There are millions of women who have been where you are Kate. We feel for you. We are all sending you hugs, and support. All you need to do is find someone to hug you, with no agenda, or obligation. We will send our hugs to you, through that person, and you will feel the love.
Crying will set you free. Don’t cry in front of the camera. Don’t cry in front of your kids. Crawl into bed, with a bottle of wine, and a pint of ice cream, and just cry. Watch Bridget Jone’s Diary, both one and two, eat your ice cream, have a drink, cry like a baby, and go to sleep.
When you wake up, leave all your tears behind, and put all your energy into dancing. You are stiff and scared. Maybe it’s hard for you because you know we are all judging you. It would make anyone nervous. The thing is, when you forget about all of us, and dance for only your kids, you will get better.
People are keeping you on DWTS for a reason. We want you to do well, and we want to like you. Have a bowl of matzo ball soup. It will make you feel better. There is something about chicken soup, that will simply ease your soul. I can’t explain it, so you’ll just have to trust that it will help.
After you have gotten a hug, had a good cry, and enjoyed the magical Jewish potion that is matzo ball soup, turn around so I can kick you in the ass. Listen to me Kate Gosselin, regardless of the crap that people say about you, or blog about you, myself included, none of it matters.
You are strong. You have eight delicious and divine children who love you. Your marriage ended, the whole world got to see it happen, and that’s a drag. You have been dealt a horrible deck of cards. You ex-husband is a Douchelord, and regardless of why your marriage ended, he has been unkind.
Pick yourself up, and make a great life for your kids, and yourself. Every time something good happens for you, it happens for every woman who has ever had her heart broken by a man she loved. It’s all rather dramatic I suppose, but who cares? They can label us all as bitter, divorced hags, and that’s okay.
I have been divorced for 13 years, but there is still a small part of me, that resents the hell out of my ex-husband for moving on so quickly, while I was left to care for our child on my own. I imagine that all divorced moms have that feeling on some level.
I have been unkind to you in this blog. I don’t take back what I’ve said, because when I said it, it was my truth. What I’m saying now, is that I get it. I am viewing you through the eyes of a single mother, not those of a fan of Dancing With The Stars.
Smile Kate. Be your funny, charming self. Fix this. Ingratiate the American public to you, and it won’t matter that you are not the best dancer, it will only matter that you are there, and trying. Know that you are making your kids proud. Trust yourself. I wish you well, and advise you, above all else, to keep the faith.