Loose Lips Sink Ships, and Loose Women Sink Marriages?

Before I start today’s “rant” I’d like to mention that although the past two entries have been in response to something I heard about the entertainment industry, I will try not to let this blog turn into another regurgitated version of Perez Hilton.

That being said, I can’t help but comment on the pending divorce of Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson. At first, the public was made to believe that Ashlee requested the divorce because Pete was spending more time partying than parenting. Now, however, another side of the story surfaces. It seems that along with the ever-gorgeous Halle B, Ashlee also has a secret side. Friends of Petey have been coming forward to set the record straight and get the public (save for a few straggling FOB fans, who never faltered in their faith) back on the side of the angsty Wentz. According to those close to him, it was Ashlee who has been spending too much time practicing her night life skills while leaving Pete at home with the baby. She has reportedly been spending loads of time with a group of professional skateboarders (the salt of the earth, if you ask me) and not coming home until 6 or 7 each morning…which is a completely reasonable hour for a wife and mother. If she works 3rd shift.

I’ll admit that I drooled over Pete Wentz when I first laid eyes on him. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling of a small club where they were performing, screaming the last beautiful note from some song or another and I was instantly smitten. I rushed to my nearest search engine the second I heard there were pictures of Pete’s “Wentz” floating around on the ol’ interweb and I pined over each hard to understand lyric. He seemed like the “party boy” you’d imagine to be in a band like FOB and I was truthfully, sort of pissed when he married such a douchette.

Here’s what I don’t understand:

How did the successful music businessman/rocker that once was end up being the whining house-husband? How did he let Ashlee get such an upper hand that she felt no remorse staying out until the sun comes up, with professional skateboarders no less. I mean…skateboarders are just perpetual teenagers and everyone knows that all teenage boys care about is sex. Even if they have to get it from that crazy, no-talent, plastic-nosed, shadow-living, jig-dancing jackoff of a “celebrity”. I don’t get it. Why, Pete? Why?

Now you’re just another notch in her bed post. Yeah, I did it. I quoted Fall Out Boy lyrics in my blog. What of it?