Newsworthy.
Can I just say how jealous this makes me? And then how sad and embarrassing I find the fact that it does? While I’m sure many people could see that article and think “Wow, going into labor not knowing you were pregnant, how scary and weird!” all I could think was: No obsessing about doubling betas? No panic attacks between ultrasounds? No sobbing hysterically because you are not vomiting today and surely that means the baby is dead? No groping at your nether regions with tissue every hour to check for bleeding? Sign me up!!
Hopefully by the time The Nearly Fiance and I start trying again I will have reined in what he calls “The Crazy,” but I doubt it.
The stories on this morning’s Google News entertainment page demonstrated an odd fascination with fair-haired persons. In one blurb, Courtney Love is referred to as “The bleach-blond, 41-year-old singer.” The next story, about Reese Witherspoon’s legal woes, reports that no charges will be filed because “Members of the paparazzi who allegedly chased Reese Witherspoon from her gym to her home in April did nothing illegal to the blonde, according to prosecutors.” And yet subsequent pieces don’t seem particularly captivated by the hair of their subjects. For instance the bit about Salman Rushdie and the Booker Prize does not refer to him as “Balding British Novelist Salman Rushdie.” The blurb about Kimora Lee Simmons does not refer to her as “Weave-wearing wife of Russel Simmons” (though perhaps the alliteration was too much for them). But then, just to bring the focus back where it belongs, a story about Jessica Simpson begins with a description of “The long blond hair that’s been lovingly caressed by her personal stylist into loose ringlets that drip toward a well-tanned chest.” Gracious! Who knew being blonde was so important! Am I news?
And on a much, much heavier note: Julia, I am so dreadfully sorry. Hell and Damnation indeed. Of course we all remember BrooklynGirl’s beta of 14 (14! The Nearly Fiance could probably rustle up a beta of 14, and he has a penis) that ended up turning into a real, live pregnancy, but blah, blah, blah, I’m sure you have heard that from scads of people already. You must be terrified and I am just sorry.
