This thought crossed my head, and now I will bore you with it...

I'm not sure when Brangelina got married. I think I was on vacation on the beach or maybe I was on the river. I really don't know.

What I do know, is that in my world where I ignore magazines at the check out line (honestly probably because I rarely go to the supermarket and when I do I focus on the prices of candy), lack of cable, and lack of reading  any sort of Perez Hilton crap, I had no idea they got married.

But even more so, I found out by reading a website or two that was complaining that people cared they got married. (And now I'm complaining about those websites, so this cycle will continue forever). I guess it was a big deal? But to whom? And why do we care either way?

If people want to be excited that strangers (to us, hopefully with the militia they've been raising and that movie Mr & Mrs Smith they actually know each other now) got married, let them. Who cares one way or the other. Let's stop being so hyper critical of celebrity culture and our lives in the age of the internet that we can't function without getting angry about marriage.

Let's get angry about the things that matter. Let's complain about human rights violations, the rate of poverty in America, Brainerd preachers who have little to no regard for people who are different than him.