Jackles is nothing without hyperbole. After seeing all five best picture nominees back-to-back yesterday, she went on about what an "incredible day" it was and how these five films were the most awesome. movies. ever. made. because. they. affected. HER!
All five were the most beautiful, moving, intelligent, thoughtful cinematographic art I’ve seen in years, maybe ever. I’m still trying to process them.Even weirder were her Tweets later in the night about the confirmed recurrence of her ex-boyfriend's cancer. Terrible, gut-wrenching news. But once again, Jackles feels the need to broadcast his very private and traumatic news publicly, to thousands of strangers, with his name attached, and to recount their long conversation in a way that brings the focus back to her ... again.
I do know this: every single one of them taught me something, and I spent more of this day in tears than I have since I was a teenager. That’s saying something.
# "Nobody who calls you 'Julia Allison' actually knows you." -[redacted], 4:37 am about 5 hours ago from txt
You just find out someone you love -- "at least I know he knows I love him," you Tweet -- has had a recurrence of a deadly disease. Is this what you talk about? You? What he knows about how YOU feel? Your public perception?
UPDATED: I redacted the name of JA's sick friend in her Tweet. Hypocritical of me to leave it in while calling her out for publicizing his troubles. Will also kill out a comment I just made that makes reference to him and replace it with one that doesn't include his name.