Showing posts with label Ponderings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ponderings. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

"Yummy" - or a note on self-development

I have a friend, I have known him for a decade or so [gosh, time really flies]. Once he commented on my usage of the word "yummy". He noted that I have not changed my vocabulary at all. For the past decade. That thought was a bit sad, after all, I have graduated from a UK uni. I have worked in international environments. My English is not the best or the most creative, but I do feel that it's slightly above the "yummy"-level. My doubts started to grow. Maybe I have not developed my English? Maybe I haven't developed any language skills whatsoever? Maybe I speak like a 5-year old? Maybe I as a person still behave like a toddler?

You get the point - at the end the whole self-doubt thing got more and more ridiculous. Nonetheless, I do believe it's a good idea to actively develop one's skills and personality. There are so many interesting ways to do this.

Back to the word "yummy". After giving it some thought, I realized that the word delicious has many synonyms, such appetizing, tasty, exquisite, delightful and enjoyable. Yet, the word yummy is a good word. It's short, it's concise, it gets straight to the point.


Thursday, 10 April 2014

frustrácie

Empty screen. Google won’t find what I want. Words in Slovak, words in Polish fly by. My own words are numb. The sun is shining outside, the craving for coffee is growing larger.

Hello from Sweden. 

Monday, 11 November 2013

Where Is Home?

Some people spend an awful lot of time travelling. Others travel for work. Then there are those who never go anywhere, being happy in their town, village or whatever. Some of us seem to have lost the capability to live in one place. When the time comes to move forward, there is a restlessness itching in the whole body, a wind that is blowing north, south, east or west. New adventures are awaiting right behind the corner.

What we seem to forget, however, is that there are more ways to live than just one.

I have lived in many countries. I don’t know if I will live in that many more. Instead, I prefer to let life take me where it takes me, to be flexible. Family and home are important factors, but for me there are still there, even if the distance is great.

We will simply wait and see what happens.

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Thanks For The Reminder.

 

Sometimes almost unnoticeable things and undistinguishable details remind us of what really matters.

First things first.

Idź własną drogą
Bo w tym cały sens istnienia
Żeby umieć żyć
Bez znieczulenia
Bez niepotrzebnych niespełnienia
Myśli złych

 

Those words are from a song. A song almost like any other. But this one is in Polish. Listening to it reminded me of how much I love Slavic languages and how much I enjoy learning them.

General confusion. New place. New job. Long days. Crazy hormones. Starting everything anew. Deadline after deadline. Crappy time management skills. The constant feeling of being an alien when the only form of communication with the locals is in a language foreign to all. That’s pretty much what my life looks like at the moment.

So that song also reminded about the things I really enjoy doing. And why I’m doing them. We can’t always avoid doing things we dislike, but it would be stupid to do more of them than necessary, right?

The conclusion? Well. It’d be about time to start learning time management, because the things I do are the things I like doing and they are the activities I need in order to be happy. And there is even more I’d like to do Smile

One thing I really want to do is learn Slovak. There are three reasons. Yes, it’s easier to live in a country if you can communicate with people. And the second reason? Well, Slovak is a beautiful language. Difficult? Too early to tell, but it shouldn’t be difficult.* Thirdly, well. It’d be nice to be able to follow local politics etc. What way better to do it than in Slovak? SmileWe can unofficially call this “Project: Za tri mesiace budem hovoriť po slovensky.”

 

*Random side note: I find spoken Slovak easier to understand than spoken Czech, but written Czech is a lot easier than written Slovak.

Saturday, 30 June 2012

If You Think You Can Tell Me What To Do, Beep Off.

This post was inspired by Natalie’s post on women, careers, marriage and children.
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I’m 28 years old and I recently broke up with my boyfriend. Actually he broke up with me. (everything is good and we remain great friends, thanks for asking). I’m also the black sheep of the family because a) I don’t have kids, b) I don’t own a house, and c) my job situation is slightly dubious at the moment. Nobody has ever considered proposing to me. 

My friends and family are having children, building houses and baking cakes. Sometimes I wonder what kind of failure of a woman I am. Children scare me, I don’t want to live in the countryside, I hate baking and I have a great master plan for my career. I want to travel, live in different countries, develop as a person and have a laugh on the way. 

People approach me on a regular basis, asking about this matter. They reassure me that I, too, will find someone. That everything will be ok. Apparently there is still time for me to have children, too. BUT YOU HAVE TO HURRY, YOU’RE ALREADY 28. And what if I don’t want them? Oops. I forgot, for some people it’s completely unacceptable to say those things out loud. 

At the moment I don’t mind, but all this reassuring seems to indicate that there is something wrong with my situation. Or better yet, me as a person.

Yeah. I want to get married one day: but it has nothing to do with marriage as an institution. No, I want to get married because I want to share my life with someone who’s into the same things as I am. Someone who also wants to travel and learn and have a laugh on the way. If there is no such person, then be it. I’ll survive. I DON’T want to be socially forced into anything just because “well, that’s what people your age do” or “as a woman you SHOULD do this, that and that, otherwise you’re a complete failure”. I don’t want to regret the things I didn’t do because I ended up doing things I didn’t want to do – like marrying someone because he seemed OK and then have 3 children with him and go for a career that turns out to be completely uninteresting. 

So, am I selfish? Maybe. But I also believe that happiness is extremely individual. Only I can make myself happy, and only I can know what makes me happy. I’m an individual (and that means that I’m so much more than just a 28-year old female) and I’m fully capable of making my own decisions. There is no need for others to meddle in my life.

Thursday, 9 June 2011

err… right…

Zsuzsi dislikes immigrants (living in Finland) who start criticizing Finland for allowing too many immigrants to enter the country. Contradiction, anyone? If it’s so horrible, why don’t they pack their suitcases and go back to wherever they came from. Adiós, I won’t miss you.

Actually, Zsuzsi dislikes anyone who shouts and criticizes and yells and screams at foreigners. There is no point in blaming your bitterness on them, they didn’t cause it. It’s not their fault that you didn’t go to school, that your job is tough one, that life has been hard on you. They won’t ruin your life.  Be a man, or a woman, and take responsibility for your life.

All this dissatisfaction is scaring me – people seem so… angry. Where did that anger come from?

Because the value of being human cannot be measured in citizenship. Or nationality. Or ethnic background. We are all worth the same, and as long as everyone contributes to society, we should not create manmade differences between us.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Nem tudok mit mondni

Hello world! How are you? I hope you have had a great week, and that you have lots of excitement to look forward to next week. I’m just sitting here, trying to observe a world that has so many dark alleys and obscure one-way streets  that I don’t know if I can trust my instincts. What if my mind is playing tricks on me? What if it’s just made up? Or maybe I’ll find a park that is bathing in sunlight? At the same time that stifling feeling in my stomach is moving upwards, and I’m trying to push it back down with hot tea and lemon.

Last night I read a book that reminded me of all the cruelty in the world, it made me want to throw up. Once when I was about ten years old I saw a documentary, or maybe it was the news. A woman told about her pregnant sister, or friend, or someone, who had been raped and then stabbed in the stomach. The book was about Bosnia, what else.  A tragedy that has been forgotten, and followed by so many others. Then I feel asleep but was woken up by an sms. Instead of returning to the sweet world of oblivion, my toes started to itch. Do you know how difficult it is to sleep with itching toes? Three am is the perfect time to observe the world, to try to figure it out.

 

Friday, 3 September 2010

Yes, we can.

Face your fears. Do things you never though you’d be capable of. Open your mind. Decide to like something you’ve always disliked. Take a new route to work. Visit a distant country. Start studying mathematics. Jump higher than you’ve ever jumped before. Challenge yourself.

Only by challenging ourselves – our minds, brains and bodies – can we achieve our goals and dreams, that’s the only way we will find new paths and fight those boundaries that we have set for ourselves, or that have been imposed on us by the people around us. At the end of the day, there is so much we can do if we set our minds to it. Life isn’t supposed to be easy, and it should most certainly not be comfortable or a constant party. Our experiences, good and bad, make our lives fascinating!

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Little Wisdoms

1) Life is now. Be the best you can be at this very moment, that’s all you can do.

Every morning is a fresh beginning. Every day is the world made new. Today is a new day. Today is my world made new. I have lived all my life up to this moment, to come to this day. This moment--this day--is as good as any moment in all eternity. I shall make of this day--each moment of this day--a heaven on earth. This is my day of opportunity.
-- Dan Custer

 

2) You never know what’s waiting for you behind the corner, life is full of miracles.

 

3) Be grateful for everyone you know and everything that happened to you.

4) Remember that this too shall pass.

5) Stay humble.

If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.” (Isaac Newton)

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6) Focus on understanding yourself instead of blaming others.

 

7) Trust yourself.

“Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.” (Karen Rayn)

 

8) Never assume you know what’s best, because you don’t.

 

9) Do not give advice unless you are specifically asked for it, and even then: be careful.

10) Never stop learning.

Sit down before fact as a little child, be prepared to give up every conceived notion, follow humbly wherever and whatever abysses nature leads, or you will learn nothing.  ~Thomas Huxley

 

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Monday, 31 May 2010

Porajmos [Not Like This. pt2]

There is one ethnic group in Europe that is still treated as "unworthy", including in countries that like to consider themselves democratic and equal. Before giving you more details about their current situation, I would like to remind you that between 200,000 and 1,500,000 members of this ethnic minority were killed and tortured during WWII. These people were not granted any reparations after the war, and their situation has not improved much. Or what do you say about such things as forced sterilisation, discrimination, harassment, ghettos, and murder? Sounds really nice, right? And it's happening right in front of our very own noses, in the Europe that we are so proud of. Below you will find some extracts from a report for the Council of Europe Parliamentary Assembly, published in 2010. The whole report can be found here.

 

The Roma, estimated at between 10 and 12 million people, constitute the largest minority in Europe and are present in virtually all Council of Europe member states.
This minority has been suffering profound discrimination for centuries and, even today, is still frequently rejected by the rest of the population because of deep-seated prejudices. Moreover, in these times of economic crisis, this highly vulnerable minority presents an easy target and is used as a scapegoat.
It has to be recognised that the efforts undertaken to improve the situation of Roma have produced very limited results so far. The situation faced by Roma in terms of access to education, employment, health services and housing or in terms of social integration is still very often deplorable, not to say scandalous.


Several provocative marches have been organised by radical nationalist groups/parties in some Council of Europe member states (eg. Hungary and the Czech Republic) in areas inhabited by Roma.

In the first half of 2009, violent racist attacks against Roma involving Molotov cocktails occurred in the Czech Republic.

In France, in the second half of 2009, a Roma camp was approached by state officials who stamped people on the hand or arm so that they could be “better tracked”.

On 11 May 2008, the Italian newspaper La Repubblica quoted Mr Roberto Maroni, Italy’s Minister ofthe Interior, as saying that “All Roma camps will have to be dismantled right away, and the inhabitants will be either expelled or incarcerated”. The rhetoric fight against insecurity has led to obvious abuses in Italy. The authorities have, amongst other measures, fingerprinted the Roma, photographed Roma children, brutally evicted Roma from their camps and left unpunished numerous arson attacks on the sheds serving as their homes.

In 2008, some municipalities in Romania, like Brasov, have built walls to separate the Roma from the non-Roma community. A similar wall was recently built in the district of Beja, Portugal.

In the Slovak Republic, in Kosice, in April 2009, six Roma children (aged between 11 and 16) became victims of police abuse. They were forced by police officers to undress, slap and kiss each other. The police officers filmed the scenes.

In the regions of Chernigiv and Odessa in Ukraine, announcements were posted on the streets asking people to immediately call the police if they saw a Roma.
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Everyone agrees that access to education is fundamental. However, Roma children remain excluded from quality education in many member states. They are either segregated into Roma-only classes, unjustly considered unfit for normal classes (and shunted into schools for disabled children) or – even worse – they
cannot even attend school at all.

In the Czech Republic, Roma segregation in primary education remains a serious concern. Romapupils are often assigned to special schools “... designed for children and pupils aged 3 to 19 who are mentally and/or physically handicapped, with impaired hearing, vision and/or speech, with developmental disorders”.

the Commissioner for Human Rights, in his memorandum of November 2008 following his visit to France, reported that despite the schooling obligation and a growing request from French Travellers to send their children to school, certain municipalities continue to refuse to admit these  children to primary schools, using excuses such as the short schooling period due to a nomadic lifestyle, an ongoing eviction procedure or the lack of space in the classrooms.

In October 2009, the Fundamental Rights Agency of the European Union concludes that “it is clear(…) that large numbers of Roma and Travellers in the EU do not enjoy equal treatment in this respect and are living in substandard conditions which fall far below even the minimum criteria of adequate housing”.

Sunday, 23 May 2010

There’s something about Russia

Russia is one of those countries that most people seem to have an opinion on. If you come from Finland, that opinion tends to be negative one. The other day I was discussing the ice hockey world championships with my aunt. Finland was already out of the tournament, so I informed her that in good old slavophilistic fashion I would support my usual favourites: Russia and the Czech Republic. She stubbornly insisted that we should support "our neighbours". We might have a love-hate relationship with our neighbours to the west, but Sweden is still regarded as almost family. Russia is just Russia followed by various bad words. An alien giant that might swallow you if you disagree too much.

I can see that people base their opinions on historical events, but I really cannot understand why it’s so hard to open one’s eyes and see beyond superficial stereotypes (there’s a saying in Finnish that goes something like this "Ryssä on ryssä vaikka voissa paistais", meaning "A Russian remains a Russian even if you’d fry him in butter"). It’s ridiculous. People fail to see how fantastic Russia really is: how fascinating, mysterious, and beautiful a country it is. The people are wonderful and I dare say that no other country has offered us such a cultural heritage as Russia (maybe with the exception for ancient Greece).

This thought popped up when I was learning the lyrics to the Russian national anthem on youtube. The hymn is the same one as during the Soviet period, which is a good thing, because it’s absolutely beautiful.

Or you can judge for yourselves:

Monday, 5 April 2010

Expectations

Hi, my name is Zsuzsi and I expect myself to be perfect and everyone else to aim for excellence as well.

'Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed’ (Alexander Pope)

Our expectations of other people (and ourselves) stem from our own experiences, upbringing, culture, ideas, and values. Very few of the people around us will share an identical set of values, which means that they cannot fully comprehend our behaviour and wishes.

When we crash into a conflict with another people, we should first take a good look at ourselves in the mirror - what can I do to improve the situation?- instead of pointing the finger at the other person. One can never ever change another individual, but one can change oneself. Sometimes one will realise that the expectations are unrealistic: you are simply asking too much, In that case it is your own responsibility  The importance of communication should never be underestimated: why not clearly explain to others what it is we are expecting from them, ourselves and the situation we find ourselves in? It would spare us a lot of time and trouble at home and at work. At least women tend to think that the whole world should know what they are thinking about without them uttering a word about their thoughts. But, in every relationship with other people we should always keep our eyes, ears and other senses open, step out of ourselves for a while. Think about the other person, observe them, make an effort, be sensitive to hints. Sometimes they don’t expect us to change our entire personalities and sometimes they might even be right: maybe a nice little gesture towards the other person will be enough. Where’s the harm in a little sacrifice? Breaking bad patterns of behaviour might actually be desirable for oneself as well. It doesn’t take much for a boss to say "thank you" for a job well done, or for an employee to express a postive opinion about a project. A husband can buy his wife some flowers and the wife can let him go out with his friends once in a while. A "well done" and a bit of celebration will certainly be appreciated by the person who worked his bum off. Someone who has recently started to work out will feel supported by a "you look so good".   

‘Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian.’ (Dennis Wholey)

Maybe people are trying to be “good” (working hard/working out/saving the dolphins) for reasons other than just being good/bringing good results/living a long life: we behave the way we do because we expect to get something in return (few of us are unselfish saints!). Maybe we want to feel good about ourselves, we want to be noticed, get attention, receive compliments. Unfortunately, everyone has different expectations, and other people will rarely know what exactly it is we need to hear. Knowing how to boost someone’s ego (or expectations :)) is a form of art.

Treat a man as he is, he will remain so. Treat a man the way he can be and ought to be, and he will become as he can be and should be.’(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe)

There is just one thing that I cannot seem to figure out (please help me if you can!): when do you know your expectations are unrealistic? How do you "measure" those expectations?

A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the "why" for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any "how." (Victor Frankl)

Saturday, 20 March 2010

Shopping, chocolate, computers, food... and the list goes on

Oh my darling, I love your sweetness on my tongue. Tasting you fills me with uncontrollable excitement, every nerve thirsts for you, yet somehow you always manage to leave me completely calm. My body craves for more, it can never have enough of you. Without you I cannot be, with you in my system I can conquer the world and never go to sleep.
Some people are addicted to drugs, others to alcohol. Some are unable to quit smoking, others cannot cope without sex. The world is full of people who live on sugar, others spend all their money on things they do not need.
My addiction comes in handy little cans. It’s not very expensive and it tastes nice. I admit, I’m completely hooked on energy drinks. This is the point where all warning signals should start ringing: being hooked is never a good thing, be it on chocolate or drugs. When you cross the line, when you are no longer able to control your own body and behaviour, you need to figure out how to stop.
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What is your addiction?

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

F**k it, I think I’ll start liking myself

These days it seems to be trendy for women to diss themselves and their bodies. Girls share their salads so that they won’t get too many calories. Friends have silly competitions: whoever loses weight the quickest might get a dubious reward called anorexia. Some of us have long lists of foods that are forbidden (yes, hand up, guilty as charged)

But okay. It’s no fun standing in front of the mirror and think about all the things that should look better. Or how much nicer life would be with a flatter stomach (the truth is that nobody would even notice the difference). So here we go:

My forehead is too big. I mean, it’s really, really big. You know what the good news are? There’s plenty of space for a well-functioning brain in there.
 
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My eyes are too small. Big, dewy eyes are just a far-fetched dream. But, their colour is quite nice and unusual. And what’s even better, I CAN SEE (as long as I remember where I left my glasses!)
And the nose. Say hello to Miss Piggy-nose. But whatever. Most people think it’s cute, or at least that’s what they say.

I’m not even going to tell you what’s wrong with my breasts. But nevermind, they have brought me their fair share of pleasure in the past 10 years or so.

The tummy. Oh the tummy, What wouldn’t I do for it to look like this (nothing much it seems since I hate crunches):

tummy
At least nobody’s planning on playing chess on it. Besides, my waist is nice, and I’m the proud owner of an almost ideal waist-hip ratio (0,69 if anyone’s interested).

When I was 6 years old, I used to take long baths. And I remember telling my mum that I was unhappy (now, what does that tell you about today’s society?) because my “legs were fat". My thighs and I are not the best friends on the block, but we have made a deal: I promise not to dislike them too much, and in return they will take me wherever I need to go. 

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Things you see in the local supermarket

Today I saw a girl who used to go to school with me. Her trolley was full of groceries, she was talking to a man while holding her baby. She was a bit puffy, she looked ten years older than she really is. I looked at her for a while, wondering if she was happy. My first thought was "I hope she's happy". The second thought that crossed my mind was "thank God, that's not me!". I know what it sounds like, but my intention is not to criticise people for their choices, I'm just happy that I always had the courage to follow my own heart. If I would suddenly find myself with a baby and a house, only chaos would follow. Almost all my cousins and also a lot of people from school are leading serious grown-up lives. They have families, mortgages and boring jobs. They didn't go to uni, they didn't travel and I doubt they ever followed any crazy dreams they might have had. The highlight of the year is probably two weeks on a beach in the Canary Islands, Turkey or Thailand. I'm sure they are content, their lives are based on a routine that excludes too many risks, they have their homes and families.
There are no rights and wrongs, everyone has the right to do whatever they feel like. And I don't feel like having a life like that (not until I turn 30 at least). But, somehow it seems that it is better and more correct to be all grown-up and boring than a young adventurer. Could someone please tell me why? How come it's ok to ask someone "when are you finally going to settle down?", whereas a "when are you going to give up everything you have/travel around the world/ pursue your own personal happiness/ save the world?" is considered a criminal offence by some?

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Early To Bed Early To Rise Makes A Man Healthy Wealthy And Wise

Or, let's use a more interesting version: "As the olde englysshe prouerbe sayth in this wyse. Who soo woll ryse erly shall be holy helthy and zely". 

Something that has been occupying my mind a lot lately is sleep, not the physical phenomenon as such, but the more theoretical aspects, such as sleeping disorders.....

One thing that I'm absolutely sure of is that I'm a night owl. If I let nature run its course (i.e. switch off the alarm clock), I will wake up at around noon and stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning. Whenever I try to re-adapt to the rules of society, the consequences are quite harsh. Getting back to a more normal rhythm requires a lot of extra hours of sleep and grumpy faces, something that earned me the oh so flattering nickname marmotín (marmot). Mind you, I normally don't need more sleep than anyone else, I just sleep at strange hours.  






Some of us are larks, others are owls, but the vast majority of the population finds itself somewhere in between. It's often (but not always) argued that morning people hold an advantage over late risers; they are supposedly nicer and more successful. But why? Maybe because our whole society is constructed in a way that favours early risers - schools, jobs, offices, shops... almost everything is open from early morning to early evening. I understand that there is no such thing as an ideal solution, and our schedules are usually formed according to whatever it is that suits the majority BUT considering that about 25% of people are evening people (although not everyone stays up until 3 am), one would think that there would be a bit more of sleeping freedom. You see, night owls tend to find their energy after 9 p.m., at a time that almost nobody needs their services. 

This post doesn't really have a point, other than... long live the night owls! We are just as nice and normal as everyone else AND we sleep a normal amount of hours as well.

Sunday, 7 March 2010

5 am: sleepless in snowland

The question about love in the previous post was by no means random. I would really like to know how you are supposed to show your love to other people: the ways I have tried don't seem to work very well, as it feels like I'm constantly giving and hardly ever receiving anything in return. Most of the time I'm trying to support someone in one way or another, trying to convince people and myself that everything will be OK, life is wonderful, it's full of opportunities, we all deserve love, hard work will pay off, whatever. I've given away money and food, lent an ear and shoulders to cry on, thrown away dreams, moved to foreign countries, taught people foreign languages and helped with homework, looked for jobs and flats. The inevitable thought right now is: would anyone do the same for me? It's draining me, every bit of energy is gone and to be honest, I have no idea where to find it again. It would be nice if someone for once would be genuinely interested in me, my thoughts and my wellbeing. A "how are you doing today?" would do just fine. Of course, I can love myself as much as I want, but still, it will not make this loneliness that is suffocating me disappear. Maybe my expectations are too high, maybe it's just all about bad karma. Who knows?

4 am is not the right time to confront the world...

...but how do you know if someone really loves you?

Saturday, 6 March 2010

Good Questions

Deja de pensar, y finalizarán tus problemas.
Qué diferencia hay entre sí y no?
Qué diferencia hay entre exito y fracaso?
Debes valorar lo que otros valoran,
evitar lo que otros evitan?


Stop thinking, and your problems will cease to exist.
What's the difference between yes and no?
What's the difference between success and failure?
Should you value what others value,
avoid what others avoid?

- Tao Te Ching - 


 

Saturday, 20 February 2010

Will they or will they not?

Saturday mornings are made for reading relationship gossip. Now Sweden is debating whether the youngest princess will get married after all, apparently her fiancé is a workaholic who doesn't spend enough time on their relationship. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are another example, the world has been expecting them to break up ever since they got together.
Why am I reading about this? And more importantly, why am I blogging about it? I don't even believe in the value of royal families or other celebrities. They are individuals who belong to a certain group of people because of their families, talents, money or good looks. Maybe because it's sad that some evil journalists have nothing better to do than speculate about people's personal lives. The rest of the world might consider it entertainment, but it's unlikely that the situation is easy on anyone of those involved.
In general people spend too much time worrying about celebrities. Sex and misery sell magazines, and we eagerly buy them. But do we really fail to see that our interest in these matters leads to a vicious circle that affects the lives of real people: the celebrities? We buy the magazines to read about them, and because of this they have to live with stalkers and paparazzi controlling every step of their lives, just to mention a couple of things.  
I sincerely hope that one day people will learn to focus on more important things.