She doesn't know what she wants. She craves fulfillment, because she's not getting any attention anymore. She built her entire life around attractiveness and turns out that fades.
Gavin McInnes used to be friends w Justin Theroux and stayed for a week at Aniston's mansion.
Her life sounded sad and hollow: living in a giant gilded cage but you can't even leave your property or go to the store or do anything like a normal person for decades.
Apparently even then, about 10+ years ago, she was sleeping like 16 hours and spent most of her waking hours exercising and keeping up her beauty routine bc that was her whole value.
Sounds pretty awful, honestly. No matter how big your house and how much stuff you have on your property, it becomes a comfortable prison. And you can't even exert yourself or deviate from your boring daily life because you need to keep as flawless as possible, as that's your only worth.
Yeah, I'll be a middle-class nobody. At least I can get a drink at my local and go out to stores and don't have to worry about whether I'm getting bags under my eyes or else my value will decrease.
Or maybe don't spend your good years being a Hollywood slutlet. Maybe that.
She's going to die alone and childless and unfulfilled. But hey at least she was hot in the 90s right?
She doesn't know what she wants. She craves fulfillment, because she's not getting any attention anymore. She built her entire life around attractiveness and turns out that fades.
Gavin McInnes used to be friends w Justin Theroux and stayed for a week at Aniston's mansion.
Her life sounded sad and hollow: living in a giant gilded cage but you can't even leave your property or go to the store or do anything like a normal person for decades.
Apparently even then, about 10+ years ago, she was sleeping like 16 hours and spent most of her waking hours exercising and keeping up her beauty routine bc that was her whole value.
Sounds pretty awful, honestly. No matter how big your house and how much stuff you have on your property, it becomes a comfortable prison. And you can't even exert yourself or deviate from your boring daily life because you need to keep as flawless as possible, as that's your only worth.
Yeah, I'll be a middle-class nobody. At least I can get a drink at my local and go out to stores and don't have to worry about whether I'm getting bags under my eyes or else my value will decrease.
I can't bring myself to feel sorry for that. It sounds entirely too much like the subplot of Aladdin.
Even if it's true, I find myself glad that the Hollywood slime live hollow lives. They sold their souls for fame, they can die alone for all I care.