Team Angelina

I'm sure if you have a pulse, you've probably already heard about this today.
And seeing as how (Hollywood-crazed society that we really are) we've all been waiting for the other shoe to drop......and there it is:
Brad and Angelina are having a baby.

Sure, I feel just as horrible for poor, little Jennifer as the next gal who has ever been dumped for another woman. But, come on! I just can't help but think that this was all--in the fate of Hollywood standards--inevitable.

Angelina is dangerous territory. Not that she can help it, she's a goddess.
Simple fact. What man on the planet doesn't think she's just the coolest?
She's independent (men are apparently attracted to this trait in women), gorgeous, has a body to die for (men are apparently attracted to this trait in women as well), tattooed, and does things that make you raise an eyebrow and wonder if it was cool or whack, AND she's a frickin' goodwill ambassador for the U.N. for crying out loud, so she can therefore play the Mother Teresa card as well. What's not to like? I mean, no offense Jennifer, but what have you done for me lately? Brad probably knew he was treading on thin ice going into the making of Mr. and Mrs. Smith and decided to go ahead with the movie anyway. So much for marital loyalty. Jennifer probably never stood a chance. Not that I consider Angelina a homewrecker at all. Women should know better--beware the Angelina. Angelina is a man magnet. Angelina adopts children in need. Angelina is a force to be reckoned with. Angelina is more a state of mind, than tangible flesh and bone.

Just so long as they don't name their kid Apple or Capone, I will remain on Team Angelina.