If I were the sort of writer who dedicated her life to writing about celebrity gossip, I imagine I would write something like this::
Bristol Palin broke up with her fiance, the father of her child. [Insert sneer] Harsh judgment, rude commentary, and lack of compassion to follow. We don’t care that her heart was broken because we knew it would happen anyway. I mean, she’s only 18—what was she thinking anyway? Her “engagement” was just a facade created by the McPalin campaign to put conservatives at ease. She’s going to be another single teen mom on welfare, just like that Octomom.
Octomom doesn’t even have a name anymore…or feelings. She’s just a woman with 14 kids on welfare. She wants to look like Angelina Jolie and she buys MAC lipstick. And, did you hear, she’s going to be moving in to a $500,000 house? I wonder who’s paying for *that*.
At least Jessica Simpson lost all that extra baggage, if you know what I mean. Honestly, a sex symbol like her putting on some pounds. Who cares if she has to work out six hours a day to look like that? It’s not like she has anything better to do now that she’s divorced Nick Lachey. And she better keep that weight off if she wants to keep her current man.
Britney’s making a come-back, but that’s only because we’re all waiting for her to break-down…again. She’s not on the “Circus” tour; she is the circus tour.
Pretty good, huh? Well, don’t worry, I’m not applying for a job at TMZ.com. I’m merely parroting some of the things I’ve heard about each of these women in recent days and it makes me sick.
Just because these ladies are willing or unwilling in the spotlight doesn’t make them fair game for the judgment of a nation. Jeering at Bristol Palin’s heartache or flapping your jaw about Nadya Suleman’s kids or sneering at Jessica Simpson’s weigh gain or making bets on how long Britney’s going to stay “sane” won’t make you a better person. All you really gain is temporary feelings of self-indulgent superiority over your fellow (wo)man. It will pass and you will remain the same bitter individual.
Jessica Simpson’s weight and Britney’s “Circus” tour are trivial things. Bristol Palin’s love life is none of our business. And while there are some serious concerns regarding Nadya Suleman, do we really care about what kind of lip gloss she buys? And why do we care so much? Why is the culture of celebrity scandal so enticing? Why did we want to see Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie have a cat right over Brad Pitt at the Academy Awards?
At the end of the day, Bristol’s a pregnant teenager with a tough road ahead of her, and it looks like she’ll be walking that road alone, at least for a little while.
Nadya’s probably mentally ill and needs treatment, but was instead injected with fertility drugs and frozen embryos. Then there are the 14 children who will be known as Octomom’s brood. How difficult this must be for them.
Jessica and Britney are used to it by now. Or they should be. But my guess is they’re not. They don’t just live in million-dollar mansions to show off their wealth; they live in castles to keep the world out
Bristol, Nadya, Jessica, Britney. Within each, beats the wounded heart of a woman. And I know a little something about being a wounded person, how about you?