I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage lately. NOT THAT I’M THINKING OF DOING IT AGAIN! Let me make that clear.
I know exactly what’s been prompting these thoughts. It all started on Christmas Eve when I read in the USA Today on the plane back to Albany that Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins split up after being together for what? Something like twenty-three years? Evidently they’ve been separated since the summer, and believe me, I was pissed as hell that they waited until Christmas Eve to break the news and ruin everyone’s holiday.
Goddammit, I thought they were the perfect couple. Even though they never married, I still considered them to be the poster children for the viability of long-term relationships. Susan Sarandon has been kind of a role model to me; living proof that you can be hot and sexy and have the best tits in Hollywood even into your 60s. And although now I totally prefer men around my own age, I went through a period where I constantly dated--or married--younger men (I have a good 8 years on B.H.), and I thought it was extremely cool that Tim Robbins was a full 12 years younger than his now ex-mate.
I wonder what happened. Did he wake up one morning and think, “You know, I can totally get a chick half my age, why am I banging this old bat”? (I so hope not--I fancy him as being much classier than that.) Or did they naturally grow apart? Either way, it makes you wonder if it’s folly to expect marriage and togetherness to last forever. Oh, sure, there are those who will hang on until death do they part, but I can guarantee that for a fair share of those couples, the magic has been long gone and they stay together because of logistics or economics or laziness or fear of the consequences of making a move.
It takes balls to separate, whether or not any paperwork is involved; in many ways it’s an act of bravery. Yeah, I get that. But if cool-ass people like Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins can’t keep it together, then is there any hope for the rest of us? No pressure, Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, but you’d better not fuck things up. A lot of us are depending on you.