I half-heartedly nodded at the Free Katie! movement, until I saw Tom C and Katie on Oprah the other day (getting home a couple hours early is a mixed blessing).
Something about their “oh, we’re so *gush* in love!” clinginess shot me to the squick. She was all “oh, I grew up wanting to marry Tom Cruise – it pays to dream!” Which made me think of all the girls who did the same who are all at home throwing rocks at the screen and shouting “booo! booo!” like that old woman in Princess Bride when the princess is dreaming about her wedding to Prince Humperdink. I was doing that, and I’ve never even had an idle what-if thought about marrying Tom Cruise, or even being close enough to smell him — which, you know, might not be all it’s cracked up to be, cause the guy probably takes too many vitamins, and who knows if Scientologists believe in smearing chemistry in their pits.
Katie strikes me as being younger than she is. I’m sure she wouldn’t listen to those of us who might whisper he’s been married twice, he doesn’t seem… healthy, you know, in the head, and you’re really rushing into this. Thanks to our dutiful news media, I’ve heard that her family had no idea she was becoming a Scientologist until she blabbed it on the news. Yes, Katie is young, but she won’t be for long. Welcome to the School of Having No Idea Until It’s Too Late, Katie dear. Let me know when you graduate, I’ll loan you my cap and gown so you can save money for legal fees.