Recently, Nicole Murphy, model, fitness expert and ex-wife Eddie Murphy, was caught on camera kissing married Antoine Fuqua. In pure pop culture fashion, the photo and news spread like wildfire, triggering a variety of thoughts, opinions and possibly some resurrected feelings from folks who’ve been cheated on in the past. Nicole apologized and even appeared on The Wendy Williams Show for an interview to explain her side of the story, to apologize and possibly try to salvage her reputation (not sure if her fitness company sales took a hit after the scandal).
The thing that haunts me is that in most situations like this, we almost always blame and villainize the other woman for the break-up of an “alleged” happy home. We call them home wreckers, side pieces, trash, whores, sluts …whatever nasty, demoralizing label we can think of. But my question is: WHY IN THE HELL DO WE NOT HAVE THIS SAME DISGUST AT THE PARTNER WHO CHEATED? After all, THEY are the ones who were in a committed relationship.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS ANTOINE? Why was Antoine Fuqua not on The Wendy Williams Show apologizing to his wife and trying to salvage his marriage, and maybe his reputation. He’s the one who is married. This bull shit happens with celebrities too. When Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston split, the whole world seemed to blame Angelia Jolie. When Beyonce’s Lemonade album hit, the Beyhive might have collectively been mad at Jay-Z but fans were conducting damn private investigations to find “Becky with the Good Hair”…..to the extent that they were cyber bullying TV chef Rachael Ray because they thought she was Rachel Roy (the rumored Becky with the Good Hair).
Sadly, our society hasn’t evolved much the 17th century “Scarlet Letter” novel when Hester, the main character had to wear a big red “A” on her dress to shame, judge and ridicule her for adultery.
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