He somehow always has some puttering around to do, but his home is never clean and no task is ever finished. His clothes are wrinkled — wrinkled in too much way, like did you just roll around on the carpet before you set out about your day — and curiously stained. He has a job, but begrudgingly, like he both needs something to do but also needs to be left alone. In every photo he’s wearing sunglasses, sunglasses on top of sunglasses even, just to avoid every decision. Do not talk to this man! Do not let him near a microphone of any kind! Every conversation will last twenty minutes too long, and he’ll fill space with vague, broad statements said in the shape of a question but not exactly a question. (“I haven’t been to Chicago in a long time” or “I don’t really understand Pete Davidson.”) What I’m saying is: You know a divorced man when you see one.
Hollywood has plenty of divorced men running around — Ka…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Hung Up to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.