Apparently, Kate Winslet and her husband Sam Mendes both had some fucked up travel experiences. Sam was supposed to be on American Airlines flight 77 on 9/11. A month later, Kate was on a flight with her daughter Mia and then-husband Jim Threapleton when a man claimed to be a terrorist and started shouting that everyone was going to die. Because of this, Kate and Sam don’t fly together.
They are both afraid that if they are both on the same flight and the plane crashes, their kid Joe will be completely orphaned.
A spokeswhore for the two told the Daily Mail, “Where possible, Kate and Sam do prefer to travel in separate planes. It is not always possible but, for obvious reasons regarding the children, they do travel separately when they can.”
After reading this, I wondered if they also eat from the same chicken in case of Salmonella. Or if they never hold hands while walking down the street in case of lightning. Basically, I called them a bunch of paranoid bitches. But then I had to check myself because I remembered the crazy shit I do to make sure that I never leave Rojo Caliente without a #1 fangirl (me).
I can’t use a blender while alone, because I’m afraid some evil doer is going to come up behind me and force my hand into the blades. I’ve learned how to vacuum backwards with my face to the door at all times. I’ve gotten used to showering with nobody else around. Mostly because if someone busts in, seeing my naked body would temporarily burn their eyes (because of its intense beauty, of course), so I’d be able to whip them with some anal beads and run for safety.
Here’s Kate at the SAG Awards last night. She won Best Supporting Actress for that pedo Nazi movie.