here's Ted's take:
The Awful Truth (December 12th 2005)
I know. They were the one young couple you really believed in. I'm talking about
Nicole Richie and
DJ AM, as if I even need to clarify.
his split is a doozy. There's no superinvolved papa or history of shilling love and vacuum cleaners via reality TV. (Yo,
Jessica! 'n'
Nick!) It's not like anyone boinked a nanny, because there ain't any darn nippers that need tending. And when it comes to engagement rings, Nic certainly didn't graduate from the
Kimberly Stewart-
Paris Hilton School of Ersatz Engagements. So, what gives?
Here's my take, and no, I'm not gonna go with the mainstream "She's on drugs!" and "She's too damn skinny!" I mean, you knew I'd have my
own POV, didn't you, kittens?
It's like this: Nicole is a doll. Almost
too much so, literally. Pin thin, delicate and, if you ask
moi, very,
very sensitive. At clubs she is always on the lookout, be it for press,
Paris or poorly dressed pseudo-princesses. When last we spoke at Ms. Richie's sensaysh
Hell-Ay
book signing, she was very tentative; she's
always thinking before she speaks.
Adam Goldstein, on the other hand, is Captain Laid-Back. Yep, he's the guy that
Kevin Federline tries to be and never ever could. Because DJ's relaxed--not showy and trying to
seem all chill. He just is. And as well he should be. He's a man--32 years old. So, the pairing of Little Miss Nervous and Mister Mellow might sound good if life were a romantic comedy in which opposites attract and are--gasp--compatible! But no.
Now, let's pause for a sec and go back a few years.
Remember that gal whose spitfire wit made
The Simple Life worth watching? Or how about when she tore off her top in that fashion show? Yes, Nicole was once a wild child. And as her size has dwindled, so has her once feisty temperament. A girl once famous for dancing
on the tables now seems perpetually
at the table: prim, with legs crossed and hair done in an almost Texas-wife kinda way.
Now, it's easy to argue, 'Well, she went to rehab and grew up.' But that would be, shall we say, over
simplifying this metamorphosis. Habits go away. Style changes. But when someone's personality does a 180, then you've got to wonder. Especially when Adam is very much the same dude he was five years ago, when he was spinning and not getting paid, like, a zillion bucks a record.
So, whassup?
"She's really changed," whispered a gal who's known Nic since they were wee folk. "But I don't think she's done changing, you know? This girl now is, like, an
extreme. She used to be so bubbly, and now she's so not. But this can't be, like,
it for her."
Like, agreed.
Remember when I asked Nic what adults do better than teens, and she quipped, "I wouldn't know. I've never been an adult." Hey, she's first to admit she's still learning her way. I bet that over the next year, Nicole will continue to evolve. Maybe put on a couple of pounds like dad
Richie seems to want. And perhaps she'll loosen up a bit and start flappin' those gums some more. Because Nic-doll is
damn witty, and it's a shame she's been hiding that snark away. (Okay, some of it's in
The Truth About Diamonds, but I'm talking about real life, not pretend novels with glitzo covers.)
Will they get back together? (Nicole and DJ,
natch , not Nicole and Paris.) Could be. My FON says there's
lots of love there. But see, Adam
loathes the limelight. And Nic seems to crave the flashbulbs even as she hisses at 'em. In any case, I do wanna say one thing: Paris hon, wipe that grin off your face, 'kay?
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