R. Kelly’s Divorce: A Reason Not To Watch The Notebook

It is never cool or worthwhile to speculate about the reasons that led up to a couple’s divorce. First of all it is none of our business, and second of all there are things — no matter how public the person’s relationship may seem — that one just couldn’t possibly know about, not being in the relationship themselves. Like maybe someone never even cared about watching the other person’s TV shows at all, or maybe someone just didn’t GET the other one anymore, or maybe someone was arrested for for having sex with an underage girl and videotaping it, or maybe someone saw The Notebook and that person was R. Kelly and then that is how he knew he had to get a divorce. From MTV:

“As the film credits started to roll, I couldn’t move. I burst into tears. People walking past me patted me on the back, trying to console me. ‘The Notebook’ was beautiful, and I was crying because its hero and heroine had died together. But I was also crying because I remembered a Valentine’s Day — when a helicopter dropped a rainfall of roses — that had come and gone … My marriage had died. And there was nothing I could do to bring it back.”

How many lives will you have to take until you are satisfied, The Notebook? ALL OF THEM? Please, everyone, take this anecdote from R. Kelly’s new memoir, Soulacoaster: The Diary of Me, which is a perfect name for anyone’s memoir, I can’t even believe how far he hit it out of the park with the name of that memoir, as a warning. Do not see The Notebook, unless you want your life to be irrevocably ruined. And please stay away ESPECIALLY if you don’t want to remember that time a helicopter dropped a rainfall of roses. ‘Cause that shit is gonna hurt. (Via Vulture.)