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UK: Kelly Brook accused of trivialising domestic abuse... Again
Article here. Excerpt:
'Kelly Brook appeared on This Morning today to discuss her new memoir, addressing two separate incidents when she punched ex-boyfriends Jason Statham and Danny Cipriani.
“In my defence, I don’t think he felt it,” she said when probed about the altercation with Statham. “This is Jason we’re talking about; he’s a martial arts expert.”
She hit Cipriani after he gave his number to a lapdancer and Statham after he embarrassed her at the wedding of Madonna and Guy Ritchie.
Men’s domestic abuse charity ManKind had previously voiced its disappointment at reactions to the news, arguing that there would have been a public backlash had the gender roles been reversed.
“It’s true, I did both of these things,” Brook said. “I’m not saying I’m an angel or that the things I’ve done are right, I’m not saying that’s the right thing to do at all. But I guess I get some of that fiery passion from my parents. I’m not going to make a habit of doing that in the future. I’m just going to pick more wisely with the men I be with.”'
Also see: Glad she finds domestic abuse so funny: Outrage as Kelly Brook laughs off attacks on exes and Why has Kelly Brook got away with punching two men?
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SHE's gonna pick more "wisely"???
Holy $hit, what a disgusting piece of *work* this moon-bat is!!! She's slugging her bfs and thinks her problem is she keeps dating the wrong kind of men??
In a sense, she's right. Anyone who'd date this misandrist pile of walking #!$%$ needs to have his head examined. She sounds a lot like the stereotypical guy-in-a-"wifebeater", an image the only-women-are-abuse-victims crowd loves to invoke, complaining to a fellow such "wifebeater" wearer that the back of his hand is getting sore from all the times he's just *had* to whack around his wife for failing to butter his toast *just right*.
So she thinks her bf passing his number to a lap dancer warranted a cuff instead of a break-up. Or that being an embarrassment at a wedding required likewise. Newsflash, Kelly: If you aren't happy with your S.O. for *any* reason, you can give them the heave-ho. It's that simple. Once you found out Cipriani passed his tel. no. to another girl presumably with infidelity on his mind (assuming that was his intent and not maybe wanting to discuss w/ her his problems w/ you, which I imagine he had, likely including getting whacked around by you), you could have said "Syonara, jerk!" and on to your next bf/victim, but no, you had to whack him around some. And Statham? He *embarrassed* you at a wedding?? Really, that has to be the first time in human history a woman has felt like her wedding date did something to *embarrass* her at a wedding!! Hell, sometimes all the poor bastard has to do is show up to it and he's cooked!
But even funnier is that you felt embarrassed by him at a Madonna wedding??? Holy cr@p, you must be f#c!ing kidding me!! The whole scene is _inherently embarrassing_, I mean, $hit, wasn't everyone dressed in togas and converted cocktail dresses with all clothing easily-removable in case all manner of spontaneous celebratory behavior typically associated with pre-Christian English Beltane celebrations and Roman Saturnalia feasts and Egyptian Bast-honoring month-long public, outdoor parties busted out and a combination of endless champagne fountains, kilo after kilo of the finest Colombian nose-candy money can buy with 10 50-meter-long Jacuzis pre-populated by un- and under-employed underwear models *of both sexes* hopped up on blow, addies, and for the guys, all the boner pills they need to make sure no amount of partying can slow the REAL partying down, WOOOOO!!!!
Ahem.
No, it wasn't like that, Kelly?
OK, maybe it was a bit classier. Maybe not so much nose-candy and the Jacuzis were not "pre-populated" with un- and under-employed underwear models "of both sexes". Maybe it was a bit more... demure. Serious. Dare I say it... reverential. I suppose I do have to bear in mind, she was a bit older and I imagine, wiser, when she took that particular (and rather expensive, for her, anyway) stroll down the aisle.
So because you were embarrassed by your date's behavior, you just HAD to slug him. That's right up there with getting the butter wrong on your toast. I can just imagine what you'd've done if he came back from the coffee station at the reception with the "like, totally wrong" amount of sugar in it. Good thing for him you weren't packing your Glock that day, you'd've planted the no-good SOB!
Go find a rock, Kelly, crawl under it, and stay there.