I’m not sure how one could shred their marriage when your wife is one of the greatest memes of all time. But how are we to know what secrets and passions lie in the hearts of men?
Ben Stiller and his wife of 17 years, Christine Taylor, have separated. 17 years of marriage in Hollywood is the equivalent of one of those old couples who met when they were ten, can both recall when you used to get your tonsils out on the kitchen table, and have been married for 50+ years in the real world. They announced their split in a joint statement to E! News.
“With tremendous love and respect for each other, and the 18 years we spent together as a couple, we have made the decision to separate. Our priority will continue to be raising our children as devoted parents and the closest of friends. We kindly ask that the media respect our privacy at this time.”
Ben and Christine have two kids, daughter Ella, 15, and son Quinlin, 11, and got married in an oceanfront ceremony in Kauai, Hawaii in 2000. Christine, whose biggest claim to fame is playing a truly shady (to Jan anyway) Marcia in the Brady Bunch movies, once told ET that a sense of humor was key in making a marriage work. Consider this the day the laughter died.
“[Having a] sense of humor. I have to say, sense of humor is the greatest thing. It’s the best. I mean, I think that, you know, the reality is there’s such an unspoken connection. I feel like for us, when we first met, it was on set… He’s amazing.”
These two don’t seem like the kind of divorcees that are going to use their children as the increasingly fragile rope in a public and spiteful game of tug of war. So that’s good. Ben seems like an ok guy, despite making way too many movies where he plays a neurotic who is increasingly tortured by the people around him because he doesn’t speak up. Those kind of films make me queasy. Meet The Parents was like a horror movie. He should have told Bob DeNiro to fuck off, he shouldn’t have felt the need to wear that speedo out to the pool, and he should have immediately taken a bulldozer to Owen Wilson’s gazebo, for Jesus. Gather your balls and speak up, Ben!