Alec -- you did it again! Temper, temper... Sticks and stones...Tweet..Tweet...Tweet.
You just had another Ralph Kramden moment where you want to bellow, "I've got a big mouth!
"Yes, we get it -- you love your wife, the mother-to-be of your baby. But, we are not cave people -- "Me, Tarzan. You, Jane." Hilaria is a yoga instructor, very much in touch with her own goddess energy, and she will have to summon the gods of righteous justice to aid and assist her in her battle against the Yale-educated, Yoga Warrior claiming to have suffered a crippling injury, while headstanding too close to a window. Blood, broken windows, shards of glass everywhere.
Alec, you're just going to have to sit tight, like all the rest of us, and watch the waging of the yoga war as it plays itself out in the courtroom.
In defense of Mr. Baldwin, I must say that I have met him on numerous occasions and seen him countless times at many fundraisers in the Hampton's, hosting post-screening discussions of films at the SummerDocs series, and catching a much deserved bite to eat at CittaNuova, after one of his Guild Hall performances of Equis. Two summers ago, I saw him rush from the Artists and Writers Charity Softball Game, to the Authors' Night, which is a fundraiser for the East Hampton Library. The dust and sweat from the game were still on him, yet, he sat for hours graciously signing his book, A Promise to Ourselves, and never once did he lose his cool, although all of the other authors, including myself, were sweating bullets on one of the doggiest days of August.
Yes, the paparazzi is a pain in the butt, and yes, people like being the judge and jury about stuff they know nothing about, and the press can be biased, yada, yada, yada, but the bottom line is that going around carrying a big club, or hitting below the belt using"politically incorrect" words, isn't going to get you far in the Big Apple.
This is not a 30 Rock world anymore, and we all have to learn to play nice. We all lose it from time to time, but public displays of rage won't get you very far nowadays.
Hey, wouldn't it be nice if the two of you, the actor and the reporter, would just shake hands like two grown men, admit you both could have handled the situation better, and get on with the day.Enough with the lawsuits already.
Namaste.
