Oh, the Gwyneth Paltrow hatred. It burns bright. So many moms — it’s always the moms — seem to relish taking her down for everything she does. It’s a real sideline hobby, hating on Gwyneth.
The ad hoc MOMs — ladies I love — think she’s delusional and pompous (although Carrie seems potentially on the fence, maybe I can bring her over to my side?). The Suniverse has serious GP issues. And The Stir thinks Gwyneth is a “non-self-aware freak of nature” who makes it impossible for anyone to like her.
Not true! I like her.
I’m not offended that she lives a life of privilege and can afford $800 Jimmy Choo UGGs — and believes, for some, they may even be a winter wardrobe essential. I’m not at all disturbed by the fact that her working mom tips are a tad unrelateable — um, I’m not a movie star, and my friends aren’t high-powered working moms like Stella McCartney or venture capitalist Juliet de Baubigny. I’m not looking for them to be “real life.”
I’m losing no sleep over her quotes in the press on parenting and family life.
I think she puts herself out there in a personal way with Goop and in the media — despite the disdain — and I kind of like that. More important, I think she has excellent hair. I think she’s married to an adorable Brit. I thought she was fabulous — and funny — on “Glee.” I think she has a kick-ass sense of personal style. I think her recipe for Rotisserie-Style Chicken from the new cookbook sounds pretty good.
I can’t say I really love her kids’ names — Apple and Moses not my thing — but that’s about the worst I’ve got for Gwynnie.
I didn’t see Country Strong, but I’d totally watch it on DVR if we didn’t have any “The Good Wife,” “Property Virgins,” or “Selling New York” episodes recorded. And I really liked Sliding Doors — more great hair! — even if it was ages ago.
There. Public love, in print. So sue me.