Showing posts with label Gwyneth Paltrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gwyneth Paltrow. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

A Woman’s Right to GOOP

Gwyneth Paltrow is under attack, and I just don’t get why.

Last fall, Paltrow launched GOOP, a lifestyle Web site and weekly newsletter (I just got this week’s Paris-themed issue this morning!) in which she basically tells her readers what to get, where to go, what to make, etc.

You know, because she’s Gwyneth Paltrow and all. And because why not, right – after all, the media ask her those questions all the time.

GOOP was greeted less than warmly, natch-ish, especially by the media. Just last week, The New Ynrk Times published an article questioning its relevance, while other Web sites have ridiculed Paltrow for a number of things.

The actress says she decided to launch the Web site, which carries the tagline, “Nourish The Inner Aspect,” because she has “really useful information that I was privileged enough to get, because I have this amazing, super, fortunate life.”

OK – so she sounds a little…conceited. But the truth is she does, and we spend a lot of time feeding that notion (by watching her or any star’s movies), and envying that fact.

She has an amazing, super, fortunate life – she has the talented husband who writes songs for her, the two precious children and family, the amazing closet, and the Oscar to prove it, so suck it good and suck it hard – and she should GOOP about it if she wants to. I made the choice to sign up for the newsletter, and I for one cannot wait to try her molten chocolate cakes recipe.

If she can do it, so can I! That’s all she’s saying.

Photo: USMagazine.com.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

In Common

Gwyneth Paltrow and me…we’re not just humans and F.O.M.s – that’s Fans of Madonna – we also both heart Coldplay’s “Fix You” and “Swallowed in the Sea.”

The actress admits, though, that she cannot listen to the latter “without crying,” because it helped her cope with the loss of her father, Bruce Paltrow, whose October 2002 death crushed her.

“It’s so hard for me to listen to [them],” Paltrow told the U.K. edition of Elle. As for her husband, Coldplay lead singer Chris Martin, “I’m amazed he stuck with me [at the time], because I was a wreck. I can’t believe that he did.”

She also says she’s fully aware the media like to speculate on the condition of their marriage, and insists they simply don’t like being photographed together, out on red carpets arm in arm.

“It doesn’t behoove us to be a public couple,” she added. (Paltrow will be a presenter at the upcoming Grammy Awards. Coldplay are nominated and scheduled to perform.) “[Chris] certainly doesn’t want to be that. We’ve never ever walked down a red carpet together, [and] we never will. If people think that that means we’re not together, then – ha ha ha! – so be it.”

That’s another thing she and I have in common: I love going ha ha ha!

So suck it.

I always knew Paltrow and I would hit it off. And we did.

Photo: People.com.