As I scanned Google News as I do most mornings, I just happened to notice that there were no less than 503 articles devoted to the exoskeleton that is Nicole Ritchie and her starving fetus. Now that (in the immortal words of Carrie Bradshaw) the 'idiot stick figure with no soul' is on her way to motherhood (and jail), gird yourself ladies, every magazine cover, newspaper article and internet gossip site will waste words on her every movement, on her pleas for people to give her a 'fresh start' and for her to wax vomitous on the joys of being pregnant. If anything, Nicole will be constantly surveilled (not unlike other celebrities, but in an even more unsettling, all pervasive kind of way): everyone will question how much she is eating, whether she is gaining any weight and how quickly she 'bounces back' (as if there is anything to 'bounce back' to).
I suppose I could give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she made some mistakes and now she is paying for them, however, what really gets me fired up is that all of these young successful women (the Paris Hiltons of the world) do really stupid things and every decides to forget about their idiocy. In Ritchie's case, now that she is officially pregnant (4 months to be precise--could have fooled me!), no one is questioning her devotion to becoming a mother. Since when did motherhood become the easy way out? And who would have thought Nicole's vanishing body could actually sustain another life when she can barely sustain her own?
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