The pair are currently filming “The Baster” in the Big Apple, in which Aniston’s character decides to have a baby with a sperm donor, only to have a friend (Bateman) swap the anonymous sample with his own as he is secretly in love with her.
Nothing says “I love you” like sneaking your own semen into your good friend’s body.
In a way, this reminds me of rape by fraud, in which Person A consents to sex with Person B but then is deceived into having sex with Person C, believing he or she is Person A (e.g., because it’s dark in room). But instead of the wrong partner, you get the wrong baby. I hope there’s no real-life precedent here, but this should be illegal.
I don’t think I’ll be seeing this, but it’s based on a short story by Jeffrey Eugenides, which makes me suspect it’s slightly better than the above would have you think.
Oddly enough, this fact makes it seem a bit less weird. Coming from him, it makes a little bit of sense. I adore Jeffrey Eugenides’ writing, thus I agree with Kat - the movie probably (hopefully) won’t be as fluffy as other J.Aniston fare. I’m still not going near it, though. I might just go buy the story and read it instead.
I don’t actually care much about a celebrity’s personal life. I think the things I think and make the assumptions I make but ultimately, I don’t care. The argument that we should leave those poor celebrities alone, though, leaves me cold.
Film and television stars rely on publicity to keep their careers alive. They are happy to sell pictures to magazines and discuss their personal lives—when it suits them. They need the pictures, and the speculation, and the rumours—the need publicity. They make very, very good money for what they do and they all know damn well exactly how the game is played.
Of everybody who wants to stop the incessant, inappropriate, way too involved coverage of celebrity life there is one large, gaping group missing: celebrities themselves. To think otherwise is incredibly naive.
Sarah Jessica Parker relies on the gossip and the hype to sell her product. If she feeds it (and she does!) then with what, exactly, are you sympathizing?
I say all of this as a former SJP enthusiast. A long-time (we’re talking Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was still is one of my favorite childhood movies) SJP fan. And towards the end of SATC, her acting became unbearable because it seemed like, her real-life personality was becoming too well-known. It seemed like she was constantly acting in real life. Her weird plastic surgery (tweaking the nose that made me and all the rest of my big-nose gals feel special), her “I’m so not like Carrie…I’m the exact opposite…I’m so sweet oooooooh” attitude. I don’t know…she just…changed. And it all seemed so fake. She reminds me of Luann, actually. It’s all very weird. So…my feelings on her and on their new babies (and seriously…if that’s what they want, more power to ‘em) stems from that, not just from MB’s supposed like of boys. I get sad, because I miss the sassy SJP of my youth - the one I barely knew anything about.
I do not get the appeal of insisting an individual is gay when he claims not to be.
File under: Lance Bass, Neil Patrick Harris, Larry Craig…
There’s no appeal, really. I completely understand why certain gay (or presumed gay) actors stay in the closet. This country is far too closed-minded to be able to watch a gay man in a leading hetero role and believe it. It would undoubtedly ruin a man’s career.
What I don’t like…and it’s akin to what I don’t like in all celebrities, really…is the forced talking about it. The strategic release of pictures or stories or gossip. All in an effort to prove (or hide) something. Just do your work. Shut the hell up and do your work. I don’t want to see a charade. I don’t need a show put on just so I can believe you’re straight. The charade ruins your acting credibility more than the truth would. At least for me.
And to be honest - I kind of disagree with JLFB’s comment before - I don’t believe it’s the trade off that celebrities must accept when they become famous. I, for one, would rather hear nothing at all. Not even the truth. I want to hear about the roles you’re playing and perhaps a little of how cool that experience was. I am sick of the rest of it, because it’s all lies.
I’ve gotten more worked up than I thought I would. And yet I don’t even feel like I made a good point. Oh well. Take it for what it’s worth.
A commentary on how I think it is utterly unnecessary for anyone to weigh in with how they feel about SJP’s and Matthew Broderick’s decision to have more kids, and the state of their marriage.
But like, it if you think that is totally acceptable, then great. When you decide to have children, or not have children, or break up or not break up, please let me know and I will be sure to tell you how I feel about it.
Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick are expecting twin daughters via a surrogate after trying to add to their family for years. (EW)
Sad, really. I know you can’t tell
everything from a picture but these two truly don’t seem happy together. Perhaps she could find him a surrogate gay lover instead?
I’m witchu on that notion. If they would just say…we’re here for each other for companionship and because we want babies, but we both sleep with other men…I’d respect it so much more. It’s the charade. Oh the charade…
A la enjoli, I’ve decided to put all my RHoNYC posts into one…it’s more efficient. We are in a recession, after all. So here we go…some thoughts:
I think Bethenny must be so much fun to have around. Also, I totes want to get a haircut.
Wow, Silex’s townhouse looks like it will be pretty incredible…just from the foyer at least.
Wow, I like that interesting cheetah dress, Ramona. Who would have thunk it?
Ramona’s plastic surgeon is kind of scary looking. If that’s any indication of her ability, then no thanks.
Ramona really has a weird horse thing with flipping her hair (it’s true…my sister saw her in Le Pain Quotedienne (sp?) and she was all about the flippage). She is such a weird being.
Kelly is awful. She’s horrible. Just…ick…
I like Luann’s niece…she seems cool. She should be on the show more.
There is something so insanely desperate about both Luann and Kelly. But in very very different ways. Luann wants so very much to seem like a certain person, and it just come across as so….just so….not. And while I don’t think she realizes that, I think that deep down she knows she’s a fraud. She just doesn’t know how to not let that fraud shine through. Kelly, well, Kelly just has no clue what the hell is going on. She thinks she is a certain way…like really believes it. Or doesn’t know any better. It’s so uncomfortable to watch.
What is the skinny girl margarita?? What makes it different than a regular margarita?
Ah, this date is kind of making me cringe…I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. He’s daaaaang cute, though. I mean, really.
What a ridiculous GE plug.
I’m not into the finished product of Silex’s digs. Not into it. It closed up the space. Also, is it not the whole house? I always thought it was. Not that it matters.
whoooooooa. The Bethenny-Kelly rematch was cringe-inducing for sure.
We’re here, and we’re working together and you look adorable in that Zac dress…whaaaat?
um…next week? AWE-SOOOOOOOME!!!!
Okay, so that’s it…I still think Bethenny is the winner of this series. She is honest and with it. And she doesn’t pull any punches. The rest of them? Messes. All of ‘em.
I don’t think anyone thinks thin people don’t feel pressure. And, as is the running meme in such situations, if you do not answer to the description in the original post, this is not about you.
But, the “we’re in it together” stuff? Is not the way it feels when basically the entire societal discourse is organized around telling people thinner will feel better, offering them diet food, etc., and that’s all thin people want to talk about: how the thinness discourse affects them. Almost no one complains about the way this makes them feel looking for a solution; they are looking for support. And it’s not supportive to assume that what they are looking for from you is a narrative about your own experience. Whatever happened to just listening as a form of empathy? Why must empathetic statements always be formulated in the declarative these days? It isn’t empathetic for a 110-lb woman to tell a 220-lb woman, “Oh, I feel badly about my body too.”
I think what you are talking about is good intentions, and good intentions are all well and good on the part of thin people, but I think what the not-thin would like is, to quote a good radfem friend of mine, “some fucking liberation.” And that is going to require, on the part of thin people, understanding that they themselves would not be subject to their own internal insecurities in a world that viewed all atypical bodies as “abnormal” and therefore “bad.”
That’s how we can all get in on this together, is to ally over that simple fact. It is not going to happen by us all sitting around and talking about how badly we feel. How about we talk about what we’re gonna do about it?
I think yes, you’re right. I am talking about good intentions. I don’t know that I’ve ever tried to make a heavier friend of mine feel better by telling her how much I hate my body…but I can see how two girls commiserating about it can lead a thin girl to give a well-meaninged piece of advice. I totally get the support v. solutions argument. That’s a good way of phrasing. I am totally not arguing with you - just trying to express that thin people get it more than you might think.
Bottom line, I agree that all women need to stop viewing themselves in any sort of generalized standard and start paying attention to how they feel. Our bodies are meant to be a certain way and will tell you when you’ve gone too far - to either extreme. And you’ll know when you’ve hit your stride. I believe that.
is that honestly, the whole societal discourse tips in their favour, and I almost never see them doing anything to actually help end the stigma associated with being, y’know, not a size two. And no, expressing sympathy and saying “weight loss is something I think about too! here’s some diet tips!” is not equivalent to simply saying, “I think you are fine, and healthy at your size, and I hate that society makes you feel the way you do.”
I think that even people who fully recognize other types of privilege, such as whiteness or maleness or wealth, have trouble a) identifying thinness as a privilege and b) trying to minimize the extent to which they benefit from it. I’m guilty of this, for sure, but I’m trying to be better about speaking out about it.
It seems like when we divide people according to a dichotomy of weight (“thin” vs. “fat”), we talk not about how we can be more supportive of heavier people, but about how we can eliminate them altogether — i.e., turn them into thin people. It’s when I think about the issue this way that the insidious nature of fat phobia and thin privilege becomes clear. In what other situation do people who are generally empathetic toward marginalized groups suggest not that the privileged group change its attitude but instead that the unprivileged group cease to exist?
I have to say that this post bothers me a little bit. I think this is just as much of a generalization from heavy to thin as the stereotypes flying around about being heavy. I think many thin people - who, yes, are lucky enough (and perhaps do recognize that) to be that way - do think about the public consciousness and the pressures on women and people in general to be thin. Many thin people want to encourage curviness and a variety of ideas of beautiful, not just make fat into thin. Are the “diet tips” mentioned in the first post in response to someone heavy talking about their heaviness? Or were those unsolicited comments? Taken out of context, of course those comments sound shallow and seemingly feigning concern and empathy, and maybe they really were; but it might have simply been an attempt to say - hey it’s not perfect on this side of the fence either…I get it…we’re in it together.
I do understand (though, it’s true, I cannot empathize wholly) how difficult it must be to try to squeeze (pun? yup) into some stupid ideal the media have set forth, and I do get that the thin people do carry the lighter (pun? yup) end of the burden. And I’m sure there are many bitchy bitchy thin girls who don’t give a shit and are happy to pour on the faux-empathy. But I, for one, do wish, big or small, there could be a better spectrum of examples out there for us and for our daughters. Just because I’m thin doesn’t mean I don’t get that. And just because I’m thin doesn’t mean I don’t feel the pressure, too.