Kids, this is Hollywood. Everyone sleeps with everyone. Directors, costars, assistants, they’re all the same when it comes to this twisted town where egos and sex drive collide.
Take for instance, marriage killer Julia Stiles. Doesn’t anyone find it totes convenient that Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter were barely able to whisper that they were splitting up before Jules was already releasing her own statement about her involvement?
Read: Mistress in denial.
“I have absolutely nothing to do with the split between Michael and Jennifer. This is a personal matter between them, and we should respect their privacy. Although I too prefer to keep my private life, private – I felt compelled to dispel the rumors I was somehow the cause for this matter.”
Somebody should have released a statement vetoing her involvement with that bright pink blush she wore at Ramscale New York City when attending the production of Filthy Talk for Troubled Times. Filthy? I’d say so.