Let me be the first to congratulate Gisel Bundchen and Tom Brady on their stealth Thursday night nuptials. They are a match made in bod-squad heaven, and now Hollywood will predictably begin a cycle in which everyone a) starts to ask when they are going to procreate b) speculates that she is already pregnant and c) begins comparing the yet as unknown child - who we can all Gis-om, because let's face it, that kid could be named Tampon and still be a knockout - to the Brangelina progeny.
I don't mind this speculation, mostly for the child's sake. If I was the product of those two, I'd hope the press was applying some serious pressure so that I could get myself conceived ASAP.
And secondly - the people that said that an ounce of pretension is worth a pound of manure have it right. I checked out Gwyneth Paltrow's blog GOOP after having heard more about it than I had ever wanted to, and I must echo the grumblings of a much disgruntled constituency. She may have been well-intentioned, but should have more aptly been titled POOH for 'Pretension! Ooooh.' Pooh-bear has looks, talent, and a husband who croons, but I think her site is a load of...yeah, goop.
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