J. Lo and A. Rod: what two celebrities with perfectly suited to one another abbreviated names could belong together more? No strangers to cultivating the perfect manufactured vacation (even if it means falsely perpetuating a certain idea of Italy), the two headed to the Bahamas for the most recent break from being rich, where Rodriguez saw fit to propose on Saturday, March 11th. But rather than simply share the intimate moment alone, he felt it necessary (perhaps highly attuned to the vanity of your average pop star) to bring into the equation a professional “on location” photographer to document Lopez’s reactions. Because when you shell out slightly over a million dollars for a ring, of course you want to see the object of your affection’s expression of elation further corroborating that “true romance” is ninety percent based on ability to deliver on material goods.
For her part, J. Lo was sure to deliver on “heartfelt” emotion as she is pictured with a look of surprise here, her hand covering her mouth in a combination of delight/shock there–all the while either utterly oblivious to the stalking photos of a nearby “professional” or going along with the idea of him being there for the sake of documenting yet another lavish vacation designed to make the people still stuck in the Bronx even more envious and prove that there isn’t much left to do creatively when you’ve got millions upon millions of dollars at your disposal. And, to be sure, there is nothing creative in A. Rod’s proposal, so much as cringingly banal in its faux attempt to come across as “meaningful.”
Maybe fellow baseball player and Madonna conquest Jose Canseco felt that way as, the day after the barrage of ring photos (which definitely leaves one fooled by the rocks Jenny’s got), he decided to announce on Twitter that A. Rod cheated on his new fiancée with his ex-wife. Jealousy can take so many unruly forms.
We understand that the rich find themselves endlessly superior (Operation Varsity Blues has only served to reiterate that self-perception), therefore worth documenting every last life event down to the minutiae–but come on, it’s just so unsettling that there was a creepoid photographer present to take snaps of what, once upon a time, was a sacred moment, regardless of fame or not.
At the same time, maybe having the tangible memory of just how happy she looked upon receiving the proposal (or at least the ring in all its bling glory) will remind her not to get divorced yet again–seeing as how she’s already been married three times, not one of which managed to include the damaged goods that is Ben Affleck (also proving that Lopez just can’t with white boys).
