Things have been pretty quiet the last couple of days when it comes to the saga around Sandra Bullock, Jesse James, and the overly ambitious tatooed side dish.  First we have America's Sweetheart, looking stunning with her well rouged pout and her sleek  side swept 'do, accepting her first Academy Award for "The Blind Side".  We watched, glued to our flat screen televisions, as she poured her heart out on her love of family, her zeal for step mothering, and her seemingly unwavering love for her once-upon-a-time-bad-boy-now-reformed-doting-family-man, Jesse James.  We watched as he held back tears of joy and pride for his wildly successful spouse as she clutched her new Oscar.  Was there anyone watching this utterly believable demonstration of devotion and adoration from James to Sandra, with the idea in mind that in a few short days, all of this would come tumbling down like a house of cards built on the San Andreas fault?!  Probably not. I doubt even the most cynical among us would have predicted that within a week, the tabloids, the news and the internet would be plastering photographs of one hyper-inked, former Amish, single mother, ex-stripper turned tatoo model claiming to be the mistress of said brimming with pride, doting husband.  Really, the Amish aspect takes most of us to new levels of disbelief, does it not?  But then it gets even worse, with said misguided art enthusiast tatoo devotee posing in nazi garb while being said to have "White Power" spelled out on her refrigerator in Playskool fridge magnets!!   You couldn't  script this kind of stuff and think it was salable as "believable"!  But alas, there it is folks, Mr Sandra Bullock actually should have taken home the Oscar that evening for Best Supporting Actor in a Tragedy.  I don't know if he has been simply been giving the media lip service about his immeasurable love and adoration for his multi-millionairess wife, or whether he meant it all.  Naturally, anyone with a heart wants this to all have been some big mistake, if only for the kids involved in this situation.  Sandra Bullock has been pretty open about her love and maternal instincts being demonstrated to the three children that Jesse James brought to their marriage from his two previous unions.  I guess Sandee didn't quite realize that James really DID have a thing for triple x type women with more ink on them than any given sailor in 1944.  But that's not to say that he didn't love her, or doesn't love her, does it? 
What I find to be the most interesting aspect of this story, is that at the end of the day, the tatooed side dish becomes a kind of commentary of poster girl for the Women's Movement of the late 60s and 70s.  Back then, the conversation was about sexual liberation, and women claiming their power and independence.  Women were struggling to "own" their sexuality and become more comfortable with themselves as sexual creatures.   The inky paramore of Jesse James is the epitome for what the Sexual Revolution had been striving.  A woman that would take control of her sexuality, and not only feel comfortable about it but actually drive it like a Ferrari on the Autobahn of mainstream consciousness.  We don't have like her, her chosen hobby of self decoration, or her possible alignment with anything that Goering or Goebels would have approved.   Regardless of what you may feel about this "other woman" she did not promise Sandra Bullock to honor her and forsake all others, Jesse James did.  And as far as the segment of women that believe that a woman should never get involved with a "taken" guy out of respect and affiliation to the Sisterhood of Women everywhere, I say that this shirks the responsibility of the cheater and shifts the blame ( again!! Hester Prynn??).  There are so many issues that are enveloped in this one story that I am sure it will become grist for a lecture or two at some of our most esteemed university,  I just want to know what she was thinking with that ink on the forehead decision...