Why are people so hung up on Aniston's manthings?

Is it the whole Brangelina ohhmyyygaaaaaawd factor still? I heard somewhere the tabloids still sell more magazines when they pit Pitt's flames against each other than just about any other famous feuding faces.

But the fixation on Aniston's manlydudes is nothing short of puzzling.

You'd think she was some shrill, 94-year-old barren hag who lived in a cottage made of candy and poked at passing children with a long, knotty cane from the way the tabs describe her.

Is that just me? Or does she always get painted as this super-needy, vain, unlucky-in-love manmongerer?

To be fair, maybe she is. I ... um ... haven't talked to her in a while.

But I can't help but hope this breakup with Mayer McDoofus sticks this time.

I don't think I can stand another round of those annoying "Jen & John: Ready for marriage and/or baby" headlines splashed across the otherwise subtle and classy magazine rack at the grocery store.

Next!