My mind travels down some pretty strange paths sometimes, which is sometimes welcome and sometimes not welcome.  Like, Jessica Chastain, who I am posting today, looks like she is having a lot of fun in Cannes.  I hope she is.  It could all be a lie, she’s an extremely talented actress but you can’t live your life being that cynical.  Or you can but I promise you it leads nowhere good.  At some point you have to take a leap of faith and just embrace things you cannot be certain of.  In this case embracing the idea that a beautiful and talented woman might be enjoying a picturesque French town and the film festival associated with it is a very minor leap.  Embrace it.  You’ll be ok, I promise. Anyway, it got me thinking there is a very real chance that she might enjoy and appreciate her success more than others because it came a good bit later than it does for most actresses.  I feel like no matter how much you intellectually realize at 21 you are lucky to be successful, it will never be a thing you can truly feel until later, after life has gone around kicking the shit out of you for a decade or so.  Not that I think life was necessarily kicking the shit out of Jessica Chastain but I saw her guest spot on Veronica Mars when it aired and no one moves to LA to be a one off character on a TV show that was always threatened with cancellation.  So you know, I can imagine there were at least times that things felt bleak in her 20’s because there no doubt were people who thought that, you know, it would have happened already if it was going to.  So, getting success in her 30’s I can only imagine makes her more thankful for it now.  Anyway, back to how my brain works cause this is all about me in the end, that got me thinking about how Actresses also tend to have an age cap, and I think she’s escaped that, I hope she has, the world would be a poorer place with fewer Jessica Chastain performances, but that there is a soft ceiling on women being able to star in movies.  Well, they can transition into playing a mom but that’s really about it.  And that got me thinking about Professional athletes and how they often blow all their money once their career is over and there are often other issues and it’s like, yeah, no shit, it’s probably pretty bleak to be 34 and realize the thing you’ve done your entire life is over and you will never be good at it again.  Lot of empty hours to fill and squander money.  And you know, a lot of guys refuse to face it and continue to try and play because they’d rather embarrass themselves in front of 40,000 people than face their own mortality.  Which got me thinking about child stars and the chaos that often ensues post fame.  And how it’s all the terrible fear of our own mortality.  And how basically everything we do is to distract us from the fact that we’re dying. And I got there because Jessica Chastain wore a pretty dress to a premier and the hills behind her in another picture were really beautiful and she looked happy.  So my brain can be a real asshole is what I am saying.  But there is hope here, Jessica Chastain was 34 before almost anyone had heard of her.  So you know, it turns out there is lots of time for lots of people, your best days are ahead if you want them to be.  Now forget all this and look at the pictures to distract yourself from the fact that we are all inching closer to death with every breath we take.  Today I want to fuck Jessica Chastain.