Remember when our own Gwyneth Paltrow left us hanging high and dry? We do. In December of 2006, not so long ago, this privileged Spence School of New York City graduate mouthed-off to Diario de Noticias, a Portuguese Newspaper, saying "I love the English lifestyle, it's not as capitalistic as America. People don't talk about work and money, they talk about interesting things at dinner." She continued, "I like living here because I don't fit into the bad side of American psychology. The British are much more intelligent and civilized than the Americans."
To which of course, Clive Owen had the clever repartee "it depends what dinners you go to," when asked by New York Magazine if he agreed with Gwyneth Paltrow's assessment that dinner conversation in London was superior to that in New York.
Well, surprise surprise, Gwyneth is now humming a much different tune. According to New York Daily News, Paltrow and husband Chris Martin are open to adopting a baby, but "we might get one from Brooklyn. No baby is more helpless than another baby. And I'm a New York girl." I hope this baby will be as scintillating at the dinner table as a baby from, let's say, London. Wouldn't want Gwyny to be disappointed.
I love it how this happens when aging starlets' movie roles begin to dry up like the Sahara desert. Some call it the Oscar jinx, others call it a one-hit-wonder. Or, maybe she thinks it was "ok" to embrace New York since two of those "intelligent and civilized" English people, as she describes them, David Beckham and Posh Spice named one of their sons Brooklyn.
Nonetheless, I'm sick of these celebrities who make babies the new accessory or adopting, the new vogue. And worse, those (cough) who use adoption to pine for public approval or social caché. You can't just turn in children like a leased car, its a lifelong commitment. But I guess that's why we have Social Security. But probably more perturbing is celebrities' inconstant nature. Don't abandon us and then expect that you can just make it up to us by adopting a baby in Brooklyn. And why Brooklyn? You try to clarify it by saying you're a New York girl, but you're a Manhattan Spence girl!