Topic: Decline of the West
Anyone can fall victim to an attack of foot-in-mouth disease. When FIMD strikes, the polite thing for other people to do is ignore it and move on to the next thing—except when it happens to a celebrity. Then it’s okay to laugh.
So, Gwyneth Paltrow—BWAAAAHAHAHAR!!! Did you really, really opine that you have it rougher than the average working mom? Yes, you did, and though I can’t speak for Mr. & Ms. Average American, I must say that your sad tale of woe tore at my heart. Just imagining the travails of a two-week location shoot in the wilds of Wisconsin makes my blood run cold. Having spent many an Army Reserve annual training tour at rustic Fort McCoy, I’m familiar with the hardships of life on the other side of the Cheddar Curtain. Still wake up screaming, in fact.
But enough about me—back to dear Gwyneth. This wasn’t her first bout with FIMD. In 2006 she informed the world that she preferred English people to Americans because, you know, they’re so much more civilized. Apparently she’s never been molested by a pack of drunken soccer hooligans.
Seriously, though, while I realize that Tinseltown celebs tend not to be the sharpest knives in our national cutlery drawer, how dim must Gwyneth be to honestly believe that she, a highly compensated star with a retinue of personal assistants, drivers, nannies, housemaids, etc. at her beck and call, actually has it tougher than an ordinary working mom? But let’s turn the soapbox over to an actual working mom who replied to Gwyneth via an open letter in the New York Post:
“Thank God I don’t make millions filming one movie per year” is what I say to myself pretty much every morning as I wait on a windy Metro-North platform, about to begin my 45-minute commute into the city. Whenever things get rough, all I have to do is keep reminding myself of that fact. It is my mantra.
And I know all my fellow working-mom friends feel the same. Am I right, ladies? We’re always gabbing about how easy it is to balance work and home life. Whenever I meet with them at one of our weekly get-togethers—a breeze to schedule, because reliable baby sitters often roam my neighborhood in packs, holding up signs peddling their services — we have a competition to see who has it easier. Is it the female breadwinners who work around the clock to make sure their mortgages get paid, lying awake at night, wracked with anxiety over the idea of losing their jobs? Or is it the mothers who get mommy-tracked and denied promotions? What about the moms with “regular” 9-to-5 jobs, who are penalized when their kids are sick and they don’t have backup child care?
Those women are living the dream, I tell you!
There’s more and it’s pretty funny. But if Gwyneth Paltrow were to read it—or have somebody read it to her—I doubt she’d see the point. How could those shivering moms on the Metro-North platform ever understand the toil and drudgery of the celebrity lifestyle?
Oh, and by the way, Gwyneth. When your daughter grows up, she’s going to get back at you for naming her Apple. Trust me on that…