“23 Reasons Why Will Smith Deserves a Medal (and a Therapist)”

In a land where red carpets never sleep and drama brews faster than overpriced oat milk lattes in Beverly Hills, there lived a man—no, a legend—named Will. This wasn’t just any Will. This was Big Willy from West Philly. A man who once saved the Earth from aliens, gave motivational speeches that made grown men cry, and delivered slaps with the force of a thousand memes. But nothing could prepare him for his biggest challenge yet: love in the time of Hollywood entanglements.

Our story begins when his queen, Jada, took the word “open” in their open communication just a little too literally. Enter August Alsina—a young R&B singer with smooth vocals, deep thoughts, and apparently, access to a time machine that let him age backwards into Jada’s type.

Now listen—Hollywood relationships are built different. One minute you’re soulmates, the next you’re spiritual partners “on a journey of healing” with people who aren’t your spouse. But when Jada brought up her infamous “entanglement” at the red table, Will sat across from her like a man who just watched his dog run away with his last piece of dignity.

She said “entanglement” with the calm of a yoga instructor. Will blinked twice. You could see the mental reboot happening. “Entanglement,” he whispered, like he was trying to remember if that was a Marvel villain or a yoga pose.

But did Will walk away? Did he throw in the designer towel and say, “That’s it, I’m done”?

Nope. My guy said, “Nah, it’s spiritual warfare. That was the devil’s work.” And like a script from a movie nobody would greenlight, he took her back, wiped her tears, and cooked her dinner. Meanwhile, the rest of us were looking around like, “Sir… please… blink three times if you need saving.”

Now, somewhere between “I’m staying with her” and “We ride together, we die together,” people began whispering. Not just whispers—full-on debates. Women were out here saying, “This is a real man. Loyalty! Strength! Emotional maturity!” Meanwhile, men across the globe sat down and said a prayer: “Lord, please don’t let my future wife be inspired by this.”

Because let’s face it: forgiveness is divine. But 23 alleged times? That’s not forgiveness—that’s an Olympic sport. That man deserves a medal, a statue, a street named after him, and maybe a hug.

Imagine hearing your wife was out here with someone else, and she didn’t just cheat—she hit him with “knack harder” and still came home asking what’s for dinner. Nah. That’s not marriage, that’s a Netflix series called Emotional Gymnastics: The Smith Edition.

And the craziest part? Will said he still loved her. Still believed in his family. Said he’s not letting a little thing like, you know, a full-on relationship with someone else ruin decades of shared red carpets and matching interviews.

And you know what? That’s beautiful. That’s painful. That’s…unreal. Because the moral of the story is: It could never be me. I stub my toe and I’m already re-evaluating all my life choices—imagine finding out about a 23-chapter romance during a Facebook Watch show.

Still, let’s give credit where it’s due. Will Smith showed the kind of patience you only see in monks and grandpas who fix clocks for fun. He gave us a masterclass in “I choose peace, even if the whole internet is roasting me.”

He became a meme. He became a lesson. He became a saint to some and a cautionary tale to others.

Meanwhile, Jada was out here looking like the most peaceful woman on Earth, sipping tea at the Red Table while the world burned with opinions.

The Takeaway? Love is complicated. Hollywood love is complicated-er. And no matter how many entanglements, red table talks, or Twitter threads we survive—there are people who will still choose love over pride. But also, protect your peace. Set boundaries. And don’t let someone turn your heartbreak into a viral moment without royalties.

Because while Will may be out here proving he’s the blueprint for forgiveness, some of us are still working on forgiving that ex who borrowed $40 and ghosted us in 2019.

So yes, ladies and gentlemen, let’s clap for healing, therapy, and second chances—but also, let’s quietly whisper to ourselves, with full chest and a sip of iced coffee: “It could never be me.”