|I have no clue as to why Bobby Flay looks the way he does in this picture. Perhaps he groped the wrong person's sister, girlfriend, or wife. Then again, maybe he tried to ride one of his race horses and fell off.|
The Bobby Flay/Stephanie March split, which started out ugly, appears to be growing even uglier. Flay now claims that March's health problems -- including endometriosis and a ruptured appendix -- are a result of a vain cosmetic procedure -- specifically a boob job. I'm not sure where and when Flay obtained his medical doctorate. I don't have one either, but I'm three years and two weeks closer to having one than Bobby Flay is. Wait! Make that seven years and two weeks closer; Flay didn't go to college and was a high school dropout.
So I'm not sure where Bobby Flay got his apparently highly reliable medical information that a boob job, good or bad, can cause one's appendix to rupture. Such hasn't been taught in any of my courses yet this year. Perhaps it's a second-year topic for study. Third and fourth years are largely sent in clinical rotations, with some lectures and research time but limited classroom hours. Where bobby Flay is concerned, however, it's largely a moot point. He's not going to any medical school anytime soon.
Flay appears to be grasping at straws, or more appicably, grasping at boobs, which is something at which Flay has grown quite proficient. He had the reputation of a womanizer long before Stephanie March met him. When he fell in love with her, he appeared to change for the better. Alas, the change was temporary. A true leopard isn't going to change his spots, a zebra is not going to change is stripes, and a serial adulterer isn't likely to change his adulterous ways. The whole thing makes me incredibly sad, as theirs seemed like such a fairy tale relationship.
If my information is correct, Ms. March has been suffering with endometriosis for a long time -- long before any boob job ever happened -- and to criticize an actress for a cosmetic procedure is roughly akin to criticizing a neurosurgeon for having cataract surgery. Expectations regarding appearance come with the territory of being a female in the entertainment industry. Actress Patricia Heaton has openly discussed the topic, detailing what procedures she's undergone, explaining the need, and going so far as to tell "normal" women it's not fair to compare their own appearances to those of women in entertainment, who must go under the knife unless they are willing to drastically limit the jobs for which they will be even considered.
When I first became aware of Bobby Flay, I was not impressed. I found him to be haughty and full of himself. He blamed the public perception of his cockiness on his being a native New Yorker. While I'm not an expert on the subject of the personalities of native New Yorkers, I'll venture a guess that not a huge percentage of them walk around with the aura of arrogance Bobby Flay seems to exude. Stephanie March appeared to diffuse some of the air of pretension surrounding Flay, but now that she's no longer in his life, the hubris has returned, if anything, stronger than ever.
Didn't Flay say initially that he would take the high road regarding accusations in the divorce battle? Perhaps I dreamed it and he never actually said it, but either way, he's certainly not taking any high roads in even mentioning his estranged wife's cosmetic procedure, mush less in detailing it and blaming it for her ruptured appendix.
and even had the cosmetic procedure been the cause for her ruptured appendix, is that really a good reason for him to be anywhere but at the hospital while his wife is having her ruptured appendix removed? With husbands like Bobby Flay, who needs enemies?
Go back to high school, Bobby Flay. Perhaps you will learn there in a biology class that there is a considerable distance between a human breast and an appendix, and surgery on one doesn't typically cause the other to rupture. And, ideally, go to a high school that teaches manners along with the standard curriculum you lack. Learn to pronouuce chipotle while you're there. (Hint: it has three syllables when pronounced properly.)