I'm lovely, you're a mess

Was a time when it took an all-night You Tell Us pull (still working 45 minutes before I had to leave on a road trip to Canada, even) for me to place curses upon an artist for announcing a divorce. Now, it only takes an ol' 15-hour-workday to get me spitting mad over a broken celebrity marriage. A pox on them all! The rich people, I mean. Not the kids. I'll always love the kids.