CN, I don’t know how I missed this news nugget in July. (I was probably in Michigan, weeding my mother’s garden.) But remember back when politico Huma Abedin was huffing the hopium for creepy-Tweeter-boxer-boner-pedophile-destroyer-of-the-free-world Anthony Weiner?
Huma was a slow learner, but finally divorced after Weiner got a two-year sentence.
Fast forward to July… she traded WAY up and has been dating super hunk Bradley Cooper.
I cannot relate to celebrities/Democrats/people with zero body fat, Tracy. What is your point?
My point is, CN, THERE IS A BETTER LIFE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF LOSING A LOSER.
As long as Huma stayed mired in unicorn shit, she was never going to have the opportunity to caress Bradley Cooper’s chest hair.
Okay, I’m not saying there’s a Bradley Cooper out there for everyone, (alas… why haven’t we made cloning advancements?) but there’s a better something than unicorn shit. And you won’t find it unless you leave.
Other universal truth? The chump is the partner who has their act together and the FW is an agent of chaos. That’s much clearer once you leave them to the consequences of their fuckwittery.
Huma’s got her high-powered job, her coordinated outfits, her tickets to the Met gala. Weiner lives in a Brooklyn halfway house and sells countertops.
I declare Huma the winner.
No sooner did I start this column than a quick Google search revealed that it might be over between Huma and Bradley.
But look, even a fleeting romance with Bradley Cooper is better than no Bradley Cooper. Any day with Bradley Cooper’s chest is better than the Stand By Your Man shit sandwich buffet.
To anyone waffling about leaving a cheater — get out!
Bradley’s back on the market.