Far and Away... Way, Way, Way Away
When I think about Katie and Tom, I mostly think about the sex.
My first instinct is to feel sorry for Katie. But that's kind of ridiculous. There are, after all, lessons to be learned, especially when you're young. My inclination to feel bad for her is informed by the undeniable fact that being famous fucks your shit up for real. (I should know!) Again, especially when you're young. (I don't know about that, per se.) I think she's been seduced by celebrity and Cruiseology. She's bought into his World of Delusion and has blindly fallen victim to the trickery that everyone else sees so clearly. Maybe she's a smart girl -- I haven't seen any real evidence of that so I don't know. But smart girls make stupid choices, too. Either way, and at least for right now, she's totally fucked.
I imagine that Tom likes to do things with Katie that Katie's never done before. I imagine that it's all about what she can do for him. Like wearing his mother's house dress over a strap-on and whipping him with an egg beater or singing the theme to "Mission Impossible," or reciting the last page of Chapter 35 from Dianetics while he spills the milk all over her lily-white buttocks. I imagine that the sex is overwhelming. Kind of like Tom's appearance on "Oprah." When it's happening, you know it's out of control, but you're stuck in it. You go with it, almost as though you're in shock. You play along and then when it's over you pause for a moment and in the silence of the aftermath your eyes pop out of your head and you're all (silently to yourself as TOM CRUISE lies asleep next to you), WHAT is happening... did this just happen?... Is... I... What... How... 5hjskshrkljlz;fm.lm,l,>...,....................
Then you wake up the next day. The sun is shining over The Celebrity Centre. There are appearances to keep up, dreams to live, mountains to go tell it on, and so all you can say is -- and you hear yourself saying it with conviction -- "I'm so happy."
