Angelina yakked her head off to Vanity Fair. Among other things, the bitch discussed her reticence to become involved with another actor after the whole Billy Bob Thornton thing.
After my last divorce, I said I was absolutely going to marry somebody in another field, an aid worker or something. Then I met Brad, everything I wasn’t looking for, but the best man, the best father I could possibly wish for, you know? I don’t see him as an actor. I see him very much as a dad, as somebody who loves travel and architecture more than being in movies.
Oh sure Angie...you were going to marry some poor aid worker. Or a plumber or a garbageman. But then Brad came along and swept you off your feet. Give me a break.
Angie also lies about how the name Shiloh came about:
It’s a biblical name, but we didn’t name her for that. It was a name my parents almost named their first child—there was a miscarriage: Shiloh Baptist. Because my father had been shooting in Georgia and that was the most southern name [my parents] could come up with. It’s a name I always liked. I used to go under it in hotels: Shiloh Baptist. I’d gone under it when [Brad] called hotel rooms where I was staying.
Sure...it's just a coincidence that "Shiloh Nouvel" translates into New Messiah. That didn't enter your thinking at all.
If you're going to lie dear, at least you could come up with something better than that.
Angie also discusses why she didn't want to reveal her due date (before Dustin Hoffman let it out).
I don’t want to say. A few months. I only know, if I do say, people will start stressing on our due date.
Yes Angie...the whole world will just come to a halt on that day. Like when everyone's waiting to see the puff of smoke so they know there's a new Pope. White smoke means male blob, black smoke means female blob. Red smoke means Brad shot himself.
