Part of me wants to be like “Rock on, Ivana! Don’t let age stop you! It never stops the rich guys!!” But then a part of me, like, really hurts for her, and wishes she’d take some time to figure out whatever the hell it is she’s been looking for in all these marriages.
I mean, I get it, Ivana, I like having sex with male models, too — it’s a lot of fun and it’s a total ego boost — but, Christ, I don’t marry them, or even really take them out in public. Because, as a general rule, the prettier a boy is, the less he’s got to offer in every other aspect of his existence. It’s not a firm law, but it’s a good guideline. Why don’t you take some time for yourself, and then look for a man who’s your own age, and who can appreciate you for all you’ve endured and triumphed over. You have an incredible life story. Find someone who respects that. Because this shit just can’t be healthy.
