The big news out of Hollywood today is the affair between Twilight actress Kristen Stewart and Snow White and the Huntsman director Rupert Sanders. Sanders is a 41-year-old married man with two children. Stewart is a 22-year-old actress who dates her Twilight co-star Robert Pattinson. Regardless of their age difference, Stewart and Sanders share one thing in common, they are both v. v. sorry for what they did to their respective significant others. They love and respect their sigs so much they want to let the whole world know, which is why they each released a public statement. About how they cheated. With each other. Because they love their partners. Oy.
Here’s what each party had to say about their tryst (plus what I have to say about it):
STEWART told People: “I’m deeply sorry for the hurt and embarrassment I’ve caused to those close to me and everyone this has affected. This momentary indiscretion has jeopardized the most important thing in my life, the person I love and respect the most, Rob. I love him, I love him, I’m so sorry.”
Then SANDERS followed-up with a statement to People: “I am utterly distraught about the pain I have caused my family. My beautiful wife and heavenly children are all I have in this world. I love them with all my heart. I am praying that we can get through this together.”
There’s an old saying where I come from that goes something like, “I call bullshit.” If you respected, loved and cared for your beautiful wife (no, listen, she really is stunning – she’s a model) and your heavenly children, WHY THE VERY NASTY WORD THAT I USE TOO MUCH WOULD YOU RUIN YOUR MARRIAGE BY SAME VERY NASTY WORDING A 22-YEAR-OLD?
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. Not to mention the fact that Sanders’ wife, Liberty Ross, played Stewart’s MOTHER in Snow White and the Huntsman. Just more ugh.
Stewart’s apology seems much more genuine, but that doesn’t mean Pattinson should forgive her. (Especially because obvs he can have any girl in the world, hello?!) Jessica Coen at Jezebel thinks Stewart’s apology feels a bit out of place, given how young she is. I agree. Coen writes: “Kristen Stewart is 22, a very young adult. Find me one person who didn’t screw up, in ways large or small, a relationship at that age. And Robert Pattinson is just her boyfriend, as in they aren’t even married. I am no Kristen Stewart fan — the polar opposite, in fact — but I almost feel bad for her that she has to go through that sort of awful “teachable moment” so publicly.” She later adds, “Assuming Pattinson and Stewart’s relationship was in an otherwise happy place full of hearts doodled on notebooks, she certainly does owe him an apology. She doesn’t, however, owe him — or any of us — a press release.”
Precisely. Keep your private affair private! Of course, that might be impossible given that US Weekly is going to release photos of Stewart and Sanders making out in public in its new issue on newsstands Friday. Coen says these public apologies are all about business, but it’s very telling to me that Stewart apologized first. I really don’t think that was a business decision on her part. I think she really, truly feels terrible. As Coen put it, this is a “high school fuck up” from a girl whose pre-frontal cortex isn’t fully developed, rendering her less than perfectly able to make good decisions. She was very likely coerced by Sanders, an older man in a position of power. That’s speculation of course, but how many times do we have to see this type of story unfold before we recognize it for what it is? Sanders is now just another pathetic middle aged dude who cheated on his gorgeous wife because he just couldn’t be satisfied being married to a model and all, so he had to go after a young girl who now feels like shit about what she did.
There are some who might say, “Wait, just because Sanders’ wife was hot, that doesn’t mean they had a good marriage. Maybe he cheated because their marriage was on the rocks.” To that I say there is no excuse for cheating. Try to fix the problem, if you can’t fix it, leave. Then you can bang whoever you want. Even if she is 22. Gulp.