Posts Tagged ‘Catherine Zeta-Jones’

I really hope Michael Douglas is wrong about something

Such a gorge couple. For reals.

Such a gorge couple. For reals.

Hubby has many sterling qualities, but one of the things I love most about him is that perfect strangers sidle up to him at the town pool, or outside a restaurant or book store, and tell him he looks like Michael Douglas.

Yes, yes I know; resembling a movie star isn’t a quality, per se. It’s not something he had to work toward, or even ask for, à la a heart-to-heart with his mother while in utero: “Hey Ma, could you make sure you give me a little cleft in the ol’ chin?”

Still, it’s fun for everyone involved when that happy observation gets tossed into the conversational ether. For one thing, c’mon, Michael Douglas is crazy-handsome. Two, he is such a great actor. And three, I happen to love his wife. She too kicks maje a– in the acting department.

Patience, please: I promise I’m about to land like a massive, elegant eagle on the true subject of today’s blog post.

So, have any of you fellow culture-junkie Momoverettes read the superb cover profile of Monsieur D in this week’s New York mag?

It’s every bit as good as that incredible portrait of him in lilac eyeshadow. One for the ages, that pic. Bravo to the photog, Martin Schoeller.

Although the hook for the NY mag piece is the upcoming HBO film Behind the Candelabra, in which Douglas stars as Liberace, it dives a lot deeper than that, tracing the star’s decades-long career and recent personal dramas. Those include the imprisonment of his heroin-addict oldest son, Cameron; his beloved CZ-J’s struggle with bipolar II disorder; and his own bout with Stage IV throat cancer.

Though he doesn’t say it himself in the piece, the writer says Douglas “believes that the stress from Cameron’s horrible situation may have exacerbated his illness.”

No matter how many times I read or hear it, I still reallllly don’t want to connect the dots between stress and cancer. It just seems so cruel – especially for worry-warts like myself. While I now have a wildly happy life – I feel very, very blessed – my childhood was off-the-charts unstable. As such, I can – and do – make the most gigantic, Everest-sized mountains out of the most microscopic molehills.

Of course there’s a lot we can do to manage our stress; I write about stress-management all the time on little

But some of us are just hard-wired to fret more than the average bear. And worrying that your worrying is giving you cancer or some other life-threatening, horrific illness is a double dose of unfair.






Light-beaming good vibes to Catherine Zeta-Jones

The veritable textbook definition of a hot mama.

I don’t know about you, but the news that the freakily stunning (and talented, grrr…) Catherine Zeta-Jones has been diagnosed with bipolar II disorder, and recently sought in-patient help for it, has hit me a little hard. Especially since, from what I understand, it’s a mental illness that can take root at any age, is characterized by heaps of depression, and is often precipitated by a highly stressful event.

I’m pretty sure watching one’s beloved movie star husband dealing with advanced throat cancer qualifies as a stressful event.

For years, I’ve been fascinated by this woman. To me, she represents pretty much the epitome of having it all. First we’ve got the looks, and then we’ve got the unimpeachable acting | dancing | singing chops, and then we’ve got the Hollywood royalty spouse and the adorable kids.

Oh, right – and the Oscar. Remember how cutely preggo she was when got up there to collect her little golden guy?

Still, in all lives, even one as blindingly sunny as CZJ’s, a little rain must fall.

Because perfect strangers sometimes approach Hubby and tell him he looks just like Michael Douglas (thank you, cleft chin!), and because Mr. D happens to be one of the best actors of all time (if you haven’t seen Solitary Man, you must must must Netflix it immediately), we were both tracking his bout with cancer pretty closely. And we were so relieved that he got through it, and is on the mend.

Now, with this turn of events, I’m again rooting for this gorgeous couple. She’s super-brave for putting it out there for public consumption, and without question, she’s throwing a much-needed spotlight on an ailment most people (including Yours Truly) didn’t know much about.

I’m wishing her all the best. Team Catherine. Big time.