An Open Letter to Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes
There seems to be no shortage of slander circulating in the world of the world wide web. It’s difficult to come to any conclusions. And so I won’t. There is a tendency to lift celebrities up to the ranks of gods; some unstable being lies their foundations on a new haircut of some human idol. Praise flows or does not flow. . . but in the end, Katie Holmes’ haircut doesn’t matter.
At least I certainly can’t dig that concern out of me. It all is funny, reading those gossip magazines with both of your faces plastered over them. I almost feel guilty asking you for money, feel sorry for you and your high-profile life. In the end, I’ve just wasted a lot of time, getting side-tracked watching Madonna videos and laughing at the fools everyone makes.
I’m only left with Bracciano and its 15th Century castle that I ogle everyday. It really is a beauty. As is the lovely centro storico in which I live. It appears that your marriage ceremony was charmed and that the stars winked down when you said your vows. Perhaps that was a reflection off the light of the lake; perhaps that was a twinkle in all of Bracciano’s well-wishing eyes.
So, Tom Cruise, I think you should buy a ‘T’ or a ‘C’ or an ‘S’ for Scientology, if you choose. Not only because we live in the town you got married in, but also because it might do good for your image, might add some extra flair. Just think of it as stepping into the barber’s and sitting down for a sharp new ‘do’.
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