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Shania, Shameless Public Displays, and Jerry Springer

I watched two back-to-back TV episodes on the OWN Channel where Shania Twain whined about the demise of her marriage (and the loss of her singing voice), blaming the traitorous BFF who slept with her husband. 

When Shania claimed that the former BFF lured her “honorable” and “good natured” husband with her evil, womanly wiles, I turned off my TV and went in search of ice cream.  

It reminded me of the shameless public displays on the old Jerry Springer shows where women would fight over some unemployed, toothless bozo.

Shania, Shania, Shania, emotion and pride distorts our common sense and warps our intelligence. We do anything to assuage our hurt egos, but let’s call out the real traitor. 

What did you expect from a man named Mutt?  

Your “honorable” husband pledged a marriage contract with YOU.  Where was his honor when he broke it?  When he should have been sharing his “good-nature” with YOU, why was he with her? 

She "trampled" over the lines of BFF-ness and good taste, but she did not break the law. He did. Honey, the only one left to slap is Mutt – with a suit for divorce.  

It's also time to admit that what really hurt more than anything else was your ego. Ouch. (Love your music; hate your whining.)  Regardless what your fandom and your entourage would have you believe, not everyone buys your albums nor  do they want to sleep and be married to you. 

So stop it. Get over yourself. Show some backbone and join the ranks of real women who never humiliate themselves on public TV over nameless nobodies. They have better things to do – like headlining in Vegas, getting on with life, keeping their dignity.

Girlfriend, don’t just survive this fiasco, thrive.


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