Prince is getting a divorce from his wife of 5-ish years, Manuela Testolini. It's so sad when love dies, no?

First off, I didn't even know Prince was married -- and I certainly didn't know that he was married in a Jehovah's Witness ceremony (Knock, Knock: I do), which adds a second layer of "wha???? to the story. But apparently, the union is no more. I, for one, cannot imagine being married to Prince. For all of his sexy purpleness, he is -- what's the word? Not without sexuality, necessarily, but more all-by-himself sexual,living in a gender he invented on his own. Neither dude nor lady. Just purple.I can't imagine him partnered up with someone, lying around the house on a Sunday, trading sections of the paper. More like lying on a large, velvet cushion being fanned with gigantic palm fronds and being fed grapes and rose petals at four o'clock in the morning in some huge manse in an unnamed country.If he even eats.

Prince, Prince, Formerly Known as Prince. He's invented such a mysterious vision of strange and other worldly luxury and indulgence that when I hear about him having even a SHRED of a normal life, I am bowled over and think it can't be so. Prince just isn't the marrying type, in my mind.

And I guess,in the end, that's the truth.