Eva Longoria is getting married to some basketball dude named Tony Parker in France. She is one of them desperate housewives and he is one of them jocks who would be too tall to manage a heavy wallet, so they get together in marital bliss so that he can continue being a dork and she can start helping his finances. Isn’t that what happens, normally, to the jock-pretty lady pair? Like you know, Moose Mason and Midge from the Archie comics?

So many people get married, then they get divorced, then they marry again and so on and on. Vaudeville isn’t how it used to be. Nowadays, there is no excitement in marriage or an unfaithful relationship or some infidel rumour. Now, it’s all about the count. How many weddings, lasting how long, with how many men and how much it was all worth. So when the Parker dude will be shooting baskets, little pigmy wife can count her alimony and so goes the story. Typical. Watch this space; if I knew better, you will see a splash about how things weren’t ‘working out well’ for them.

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