Unless you are Trey, Jaden or Willow Smith, Will and Jada are not your parents. So please stand down. Come off the ledge. Put away that tub of Pinkberry and get a grip. Your world will not tear asunder should the power couple shut down standard operations and cease to be the poster pair of black love. Your world as it is will keep turning, despite what the "East Coast earthquake" has to say about it.

And I get it. I really do. Will and Jada -- no last name necessary -- are more than just scrumptious nuptial eye candy. They are at once fairy-tale and modern at a time when the media spend an inordinate amount of column space on the alleged pathetic state of African-American matrimony. Their Architectural Digest spread made me smile, too. Black people! In a big ole house!

"For Will and me this home was always a spiritual endeavor," Jada told the design industry's bible. "We're very earthy, organic people. We wanted to create a family retreat, something made by hand and as natural as possible, something that ties back to the land."

Immediately after reading that, I decided to make it one of my life goals to get invited over to their house for a sweat lodge or something equally spiritual and slightly dangerous. See, the Smiths have a sort of Leave It to Beaver edge about them, wholesome with a side of (alleged) swinger. But then I put that magazine away and got back to the business of breathing oxygen and otherwise living my normal life.

This week, there has been tabloid speculation that Will and Jada are headed toward divorce. Will's older son, Trey, took to Twitter: "Will and Jada getting a DIVORCE … NOT TRUE AT ALL!! RETWEET." Despite thinking it's weird to refer to your dad and stepmom by their first names, I thought Trey's protective instincts sweet. Later, the head honchos of the Smith clan released a statement of their own, refuting all the anonymously sourced reports of marriage trouble.