The latest chapter in the Ben Affleck Love Rollercoaster™ has just dropped, and it’s juicier than a smoothie made of Hollywood scandals, with an extra shot of “Wait, WHAT?!”
In this week’s installment of “Ben’s Life is a Soap Opera,” our hero, the 52-year-old actor and part-time Batman impersonator, has reportedly been spotted cozying up with none other than checks notes Kick Kennedy. And if you’re wondering who Kick Kennedy is, let me introduce you to the family tree that makes Game of Thrones look like a simple family picnic. Kick is the 36-year-old daughter of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. (you know, from the Kennedy dynasty where everyone’s middle name is “political royalty”) and his first wife, Emily Ruth Black. That’s right, Ben’s taking a detour through Camelot on his post-divorce tour.
According to the fine folks over at Page Six (aka the TMZ of newspapers), Ben and Kick have been sighted at the Polo Lounge in Beverly Hills. Because where else would two people of their caliber meet? Not at some dive bar or Costco, no—this love drama is brought to you from the land of overpriced salads and silent-but-judgmental valets. They’ve also been seen hitting up some other A-list hangouts, presumably while sipping on cocktails and discussing deep topics like “Who wore it better: JFK or Ben in Argo?”
When approached for comments, Ben’s team responded with the deafening sound of crickets. Absolute silence. As for Kick? Nada. She probably figured the best way to deal with rumors about dating Ben Affleck is to pull a full Houdini and disappear from the convo. Classic Kennedy move—when in doubt, say nothing and look fabulous.
Now, let’s rewind for a hot second. Jennifer Lopez, affectionately known as JLo (or “Queen of Everything” in pop culture), filed for divorce on August 20th. Since then, the rumor mill has been churning at full speed, trying to figure out what went down. I mean, how do you go from being a power couple with abs sculpted by the gods to, “Yeah, it’s not working, let’s call it quits”? The details are still trickling out, but let’s just say, it’s not your average “who left the toilet seat up” situation. We’re talking about a breakup that might require its own Netflix docuseries.
So, are Ben and Kick a thing? Or is this just another Hollywood mirage fueled by kale smoothies and too much time under the California sun? Only time, and possibly more vague Instagram posts, will tell.
