I Understand Jennifer Aniston’s Pain

Hello my lovelies!

I know you haven’t heard from me in a bit, but it’s not that I don’t adore all of you- I’ve just been extremely busy (and quietly dealing with a few “personal” issues)! I’ll catch you up: Just as we were wrapping scenes for “Finding Love through Franco the Ferret” in Coyoacán, which is a lovely city I might add, my publicist Astrid phoned me to deliver some not-so-happy news. Sigh.

I don’t wanna go into blow by blow detail of the convo, but here’s the basic gist: during my time in Mexico, a certain undignified individual (who has the initials KD), had been calling the press to pitch spiteful (not to mention false) stories about me! The worst part: they gobbled it all up! The media is always going out of its way to portray me, “America’s Sweetheart” as some lonely heartbroken DESPERATE starlet who can’t keep a boyfriend. Argh! I can’t even begin to express how completely frustrated I am with this perception!

I’m not at all desperate… and it’s not my fault that my last boyfriend was anything but a gentleman and broke up with me to be with another girl (a true “lady” never goes after another lady’s beau). Now, more than ever, I understand how Jennifer Aniston felt when Brad left her for that other… girl. It’s hard enough being dumped publicly, but all the media attention is just mean spirited and hurtful!

I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines: “Meadow Can’t Keep a Guy to Save Her Life”, “Meadow Stevens… The New Face of The Old Maid” “Heartbroken Meadow Drowns Her Sorrows in Shopping!” Although there might be a little truth to the latter, that doesn’t give anyone the right to poke their nose in my affairs.

When I arrived back home in the Hollywood Hills, I did go on a bit of a shopping “bender” to further ease the pain of this extended humiliation but the paparazzi would not leave me a moment of peace. Somehow my ex and his new “friend” figured out where I’d be and alerted them. Luckily my girl Farrah had just messengered over a gift for me: a lovely “Noir Star Ring”, that literally blinded the paps, stopping them in their tracks!

Moral of the story: boys may come and go (and they will), but diamonds, and high heels are a girl’s best friend!