John Mulaney’s Estranged Wife Anna Marie Tendler Might Have Taken A Swipe At Him On Instagram
I’m sure new mom Olivia Munn plans on spending the next few months nesting while the father of her child, John Mullany, is on tour with his new comedy show From Scratch. Great for them but that’s gotta sting for John’s wife Anna Marie Tendler who, from the looks of her recent Instagram posts, will be spending the next few months continuing to make searing, Gothic art that reflects what it might be like to have your husband of 7 years throw it all away for a perfectly smooth Japanese sweet potato. That he jizzed in!
Page Six reports that Anna heralded the onset of the holiday season on November 24th by posting a self-portrait on Instagram “somberly smoking a cigarette” with the caption, “Holiday Season.” November 24th also happens to be the day, according to TMZ, that John and Olivia’s baby was born. But We The People wouldn’t learn about the birth for another month. So if AMT’s most recent post is any indication, John and Olivia might be planning to introduce their brand new, anywhere from 1 to 6-month-old baby, to the world any day now.
Tendler, 36, posted a photo of herself to Instagram sitting in front of a mirror as she wore a long, colorful frock, with the caption, “Norman F******g Rockwell.”
Her caption could be referencing the title of Lana Del Rey’s sixth studio album, where the title song includes the lyrics, “God damn, man child. You fucked me so good that I almost thought I loved you.”
Tendler’s cryptic post was the second time she has taken to social media since Mulaney, 39, secretly welcomed a baby boy with his girlfriend Munn, 41, last month.
Page Six describes AMT’s post as apparent “shade” but that’s not what I see here. What I see is a woman, patiently waiting for the doorbell to ring signaling the arrival of the FedEx person with her finalized divorce papers only in this case the driver will arrive in a carriage driven by The Grim Reaper who will whisk her away for a romantic midnight picnic in the graveyard where they’ll share a dram of absinthe, a couple of clove cigarettes and many a well-earned laugh over the abject absurdity of life. Gentleman that he is, Mr. Reaper then returns Anna Marie to her domicile where she has a quick but VERY pleasant phone call with her accountant before retiring to her rooms with a cup of tea handed to her by the power-white, disembodied arm that lives in her mirror. But you tell me.
If this is the type of melodrama and world-building that Anna puts into waiting on FedEx, I can’t WAIT to see what she does when she’s waiting for Santa! I hope she sings Santa Baby like this:
Santa baby, just slip a saber under the tree, for me
Been an awful dour girl
Santa baby, so hurry through the inky blackness of a thousand lost souls tooooonight