An open letter to Bradley Cooper
My dearest Bradley,
Remember when you were Sydney Bristow's best friend? When your small gig on Alias was your only calling card in Tinseltown? Always carry Will Tippin with you. Always.
Now you're on the fast-track to ridiculous stardom. Suddenly you're the 'It' boy; the one execs can't hire fast enough. You have a #1 movie. Your hair nabs its own headlines. Fashion critics assess your pants-wearing abilities. (FYI apparently you need a new tailor). Rumors circulate as to who you are and aren't dating. And now Jennifer Aniston's in the picture? Really?
As a concerned citizen of this lovely celebrity-saturated planet, I request that you keep it all about the work. Stay clear of these paparazzi-captured dates that insinuate you're a Hollywood player. Don't try to be George Clooney. Only he can get away with being George Clooney. Maybe one day we'll forget about your eyebrow-raising super-short marriage to Jennifer Esposito and your slimeball roll in He's Just Not That Into You. (Seriously not dreamy). Let your work speak for itself. Hang out with Paul Rudd. Or Johnny Depp. Find a way to be charming without selling out.
We'll watch your movies; just not if we're distracted by publicity stunts with Rachel Green. And if you and Aniston are really going to be Brad and Jen 2.0, please keep it classy and free of People Magazine exclusives. (A source says "It was not a date. She is taking it slow." Um, you can take things slow on a date, People. That's why it's a date, not an elopement. And who is this source?!)
With only your best interests at heart (and with great respect for the aforementioned hair),
Nadine
P.S. Please promise me that the A-Team remake won't suck.
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