He was always unruffled, the Platonic ideal of a celebrity: His face adorned magazines and movie posters, smiling confidently, revealing nothing. He was so good at his job that by 2009, he was voted Hollywood’s most bankable star. He turned 2008’s Hancock into a box office smash for Christ’s sake. Now, it seems I can’t eject out of the conversation fast enough.Īt the peak of his power, a formidable reign that spanned from 1996’s Independence Day to 2008’s Seven Pounds, nearly anything Smith touched turned to gold.

Before we entered this overshare phase, it’s actually hard to think about what we really knew about him. Not just because of the salacious and utterly bizarre nature of what Smith is revealing about his private life, but because it’s a drastic break in the long-established celebrity relationship we’ve had with Smith. Driver, stop this bus, I’m done.īut regardless of the mercy you may be begging for, it’s fascinating that we now know this stuff. This week, we learned that Smith dealt with being cheated on by his first girlfriend by having so much sex that it made him gag, and at times vomit, as a “psychosomatic reaction” to an orgasm. Folks! In fact, speaking of satisfaction, there was this one time when Smith was so focused on her pleasure that he was either going to satisfy her or die trying. Huh? No, wait, actually she is totally satisfied. At some point, he wanted a “harem of girlfriends.” Go off! We’ve learned that sometimes Jada is maybe not 100% satisfied with their sex life. We’ve learned Will Smith and his wife, Jada Pinkett Smith, have an open marriage, and sometimes it’s hard. In the last few months, and especially in the last few weeks, we’ve learned entirely too much. Perhaps you’re on your knees, hands clasped, eyes set toward the sky, begging: Please, Lord, let me not find out any more unsolicited information about Will Smith’s sex life. Perhaps you’re like me, and you’re waving the white flag.

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