Kelly Preston, "wife" of John Travolta, recently claimed that she knew she'd marry Travolta after seeing his picture in a poster for Grease. Also, the couple has been quoted in several sources as trying to concieve their third and final child recently. Or maybe two-and-a-half, since they've completely, and quietly, ostrasized their oldest son, Jett, who has autism. Whose victims, of course, scientologists regard in the same way hindu's regard untouchables. Because whats the point of having a son if he can't be genetically perfect and therefore achieve OT Level 20, and therefore be the messiah. I can only assume that poor Jett refused to "grind for experience points" at Tom Cruise's dungeon. .....
On the first note, thats gotta suck to have the classic teeny-bopper crush on your TigerBeat favorite, and then grow up to marry the guy only to find out he is a flamingly-closeted homosexual. Who believes he is infected with alien souls. And that an accusedly-child molesting science-fiction author is his prophet. Its like me finally getting with Natalie Portman, and finding out she has a penis*. Although, I'm sure that a life of wealth, secrecy, and anonymous-stranger compensation sex has its perks, I guess. And besides, this was probably great prep work for playing Tom Cruise's first girlfriend in Jerry McGuire. Which was, after all, the current high point of her career. Way to go, Kelly. Keep reaching for that star**.
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* - Read Reaction As: "What?!..... AWESOME!!.... *slurp*
** - "That Star" = Natalie Portman's fictional penis.
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