In a book about how to get the rest of the world against you, you might find a chapter featuring Heather Mills and her angst-ridden tirade against our beloved Beatle, Sir Paul McCartney.
The case study would start with a too-short courting period, followed by a fairy tale wedding and equally short marriage to one of the single most eligible widowers of our time. Then, and as if to throw salt on the wounds, the jilted woman would begin demanding absurd amounts of money and recompense for spending four miserable years living a life of luxury.
As many of us did, I grew up on Paul McCartney’s music. I can recite almost every Beatles song, and whenever I hear a Wings song, I am flush with memories of my adolescence. Pleasant ones. And so for this reason, I and many McCartney fans are voicing our disgust for what we collectively regard as an obvious case of an Arrogant Gold Digging Jerk gone wild.
No one can say we didn’t see it coming. In fact I knew things were awry when I heard somewhere that Heather couldn’t personally name a single Beatles song just prior to the wedding. Not even a hard working gold digger, she didn’t even bother to be remotely interested in what makes Paul The Walrus.
For several reasons, people are pointing to Sir Paul as The Fool on the Hill. And to some extent I might agree. But to his credit, and with a dash of empathy, we have to recognize that he was still ailing after the loss of his lifelong love, Linda, and he may not have been thinking straight. May Linda rest in peace, if that is even possible while this is going on.
Heather Mills finally had her day in court today, and walked away with about 50 million dollars. Not bad for four years’ work. If she lives to be 90, she will have to spend more than a million dollars a year to run it dry. So you would think that she would have little to complain about. Oh no; she apparently had plenty to complain about.
Reporters were reportedly appalled to hear her rant on and on after the court handed her a free ticket to ride. They even counted the number of words (about 33) until she mentioned her work with ‘charities’ (a running joke aimed at her propensity for self adulation in the name of the needy). She certainly didn’t seem grateful, and took the moment to make sure everyone considered her the victim.
So I will hereby recognize her as the ‘Arrogant Other’ for being a Jerk to Sir Paul, and for drawing the ire of everyone after droning on in complaint while tucking 50 million dollars in her purse. Not one penny of which she actually deserves. Sure, she says it’s ‘for Beatrice’, the daughter they had together. Yet, in the same breath she mentions that nannies are pretty expensive these days.
I can’t think of a single mother who doesn’t dream of having a mere tenth of what Heather just received, longing for the chance to spend every lasting moment with the children. The fact that Heather Mills keeps mentioning a nanny makes me think that Beatrice was just a pawn in her bid to make a buck.
Yes, Heather Mills is the ‘other woman’ to Linda McCartney, who’s love and devotion continues to serve as an inspiration against the antithesis we know as Heather’s worldly example of marital convenience and charitable pandering.
Linda could name a Beatles song or two. Let’s hope his next love can, too.
