If Bradley Cooper is plotting a careful and studied campaign to be the most adorable man in Hollywood, then he deserves congratulating, because he is doing a bang-up job. His first step was obviously to be incredibly dashing and talented, which he executed masterfully — no complaints here. But his follow-up steps have been so dazzlingly elaborate that I’m finding myself a little dizzy. For one thing, he brought his mom as his date to the Oscars, which is a surefire way to make every lady in this great nation of ours to utter a collective “awwwwww”. He’s so close to his family that his relationship with his father (who sadly died of cancer in 2011) gave him perspective on the important things in life — to the point that he’s not even hung up on potentially winning an Oscar one day. He’s also, like, besties with Jennifer Lawrence, which is the cutest and most jealousy-inducing thing ever. And now, in just another piece of the puzzle, he tells us that he actually lives with his mom. In any other actor, this would probably strike me as a little odd, but for Bradley it’s somehow the sweetest thing ever:
“We’re surviving. Both of us. Let’s face it: It’s probably not easy for her, by the way, to be living with her son. It’s life. And right now, two years after my father’s death, this is where we are. My family is very close, and my dad dying was brutal for all of us. It was a schism, and its aftershock has not stopped. And we need each other. So here we are. But don’t get me wrong. It’s not without complications. It’s not like I live in a compound and she’s in the guesthouse. No. She’s in the next room. But here’s the thing: She’s a cool chick. We can hang, and she can roll with the punches.”
Honestly, more guys should take a page out of Bradley’s book. I’m intrigued by a guy like George Clooney who’s brought a whole menagerie of different girls to the awards shows on his arm, but a guy like Bradley who has a ton of respect for his mom is way more appealing. I can imagine us all carving up a turkey or something, or looking at baby pictures. Whereas at George’s house all I’d get to do is sign the guest book and maybe go for a quick waterski on Lake Cuomo. Keep it up, Bradley — you’re a real good egg.
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