No matter how anti-Hollywood-idol I may be, I’ll always adore Gwen.
And she just keeps giving me reasons to keep loving her.
For example, this:
Did you notice – other than because of my spoiler title- that she’s nursing a baby (or that she’s even had a baby, for that matter with that ridiculous body)?
Because I sure didn’t.
This might just be my confirmation bias at work, but this sort of reinforces something I wrote many moons ago about breast feeding. I can’t find it because I’d accidentally violated the nudity terms and agreements, but I suppose that kind of proves whatever point I was trying to get across about nudity. Some people (other mothers who can relate, I think they’re called) don’t mind it while some people look at your little bundle of joy blanketed in blue and think, “What is this? Oedipussy Part Three? Put that pornographic milk giving mammary away!” You know, I’m not sure where I went with my last piece on this topic, but I think it had to do with inequality of the types of bishes that are given the green light versus shamed for looking hot so soon after becoming a mom – and subsequently censored.
To “yes-and” that point (sorta), I’ll say that while inequality based on hot-or-not-ness is dumb to the dumbth power, there is a kind of “inequality” that does and should exist on a more factual than perception based level. And that’s the one between Facebook and IRL. When it comes to titty time, I get that the world has to stop. I see moms everywhere throwing capes that look like they were co-created by Vera Bradley and Batman over their milk balloons when it’s feeding time. And that’s fine. The world doesn’t pause because someone’s offended by something like not letting an infant starve.
(It’s funny ’cause in this context, Goodman looks pervy.)
But documenting it online for everyone to see?
That’s less maternal and more “I’mma fleshy rebel” (rebel without a bra?). And kinda eyeroll worthy. I was talking with my mom the other day about over-sharing kids online before they have a chance to know what that means. Can you imagine having everything from your birth up until you realize you’ve had zero choice in your life anonymity posted indelibly to the internet? And you had no choice in the matter?
Jesus, that’s unfair.
No wonder another popstar – Michael Jackson – masked his kids for so long. For everyday folk, I get that your kids are your lives, but they have lives too. And they’ll keep having those lives after yours stops. Why ruin them at the outset? I feel like the suckling snappies are just one small part of a whole initiation into that involuntary matrix membership. And this is why I like the classy way Gwen manages to do it – “Yes, I’m a mom in between kicking ass onstage. You can see part of that, but most of my bizz I wanna keep private.”
