Well, well, well. What do you know?
Apparently, Angelina is being given yet another chance to learn how to talk to a reporter about her children. We hope she can remember not to refer to the new one as a "blob."
However, Patrick Dempsey has--like Angelina--been short-sighted enough to make a tactless remark about his daughter, too.
OK, letting everyone know that your daughter was colicky isn't the same thing as telling the world she's a blob. But don't these people realize that everything is Google-able? And that babies grow up and learn to read?
It really makes you wonder. How is it that millions of mommy-bloggers manage to avoid dissing their kids--even when the provocation is pretty overwhelming? ("I said put that down!")
And if we do diss our kids, how is it that--without the help of publicists and spokespersons--we've managed to work around the whole if-you-don't-have-anything-nice-to-say situation?
We mommybloggers are unjustly maligned. OK, OK, no Nobel or even Pulitzer prizes being won over here. And we realize we're not famous. (Except for dooce.) But these celebrities are making us look good.
Angelina needs to start reading blogs. Hasn't she realized she should use pseudonyms? Instead of making it obvious that Shiloh is the blob, she could talk about Little Miss Plumpy Pout. Nobody would know which daughter she was talking about. And instead of outing Talula as colicky pain in the ass, Dempsey could talk about Widdle Wabbit's bubbly tummy.
Pseudonyms--they're what's for breakfast. And if you don't believe us, just ask Young Master Buxom, Camper, Bucky, Bono, Dirt Monkey, and Baby.
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