As if we haven't had enough of this nutlog.
I think my visceral disdain for these media endeavors stems from the fact that I still can't get past what she's gotten away with. I mean, really, what woman -- in her right mind -- would go to such lengths to impregnate herself and choose to endanger the health of the child/children by crowding her womb like a NYC subway car at rush hour? And then inflict the fiscal responsibility of raising these kids on her parents, then us?
You get the feeling that everything from her Angelina-replicated pout to the litter she bore were crafted as a ploy to entice the media and the public into following each and every step of her freak show. And you know what's pissed me off the most? It's working. We can't turn our eyes away from her shenanigans, and thus play right into her evil plot to get her life undersigned.
Every time I see a paparazzi candid of her smug grin, the thought bubble I read over her head says, "Ha! I've got you now, Sucka!"
Say what I will, I have to give her this: she -- sagely, mind you -- saw an opportunity to cash in on our need to judge and be judged. So who's to shame?
|Vivian Manning-Schaffel has written for Babble, Parenting, The Advocate, The New York Post, Business Week and a variety of other publications and lives and works in the heart of breeder Brooklyn with her husband and two kids. She authors two pop culture blogs: The Mad Mom and A Hag Supreme, and is on the web at vivianmanningschaffel.com.|