Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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Like most people, I have a morning routine. I wake up, turn on the coffee pot, grunt at myself in the mirror (bed head is not really a good look for me), and fire up the computer to check email and other websites. Nursing a cup of coffee and twirling a piece of hair around my fingers, I peruse the world wide web. I check the message Ben left on my facebook wall, and laugh at what Michael Ian Black tweeted ten seconds ago. I also check Perez Hilton's blog. Thanks to his blog and my daily reading of it, I've become a bit of a pop culture guru. I could probably tell you who's pregnant, who's in rehab, and who's got a new movie coming out all in under 30 seconds. And one of Perez's favorite topics to blog about is Jon and Kate Gosselin. And one of my favorite stories to scroll over and completely skip is Jon and Kate Gosselin.
I have lost my ability to care for either of them. I don't care that he slings mud at her from tabloids. I don't care that she's buying houses with her body guard. I can't even pretend to be interested in their dealings anymore. I think their kids are more mature than they are. And their kids are like, six. I should know, I used to be an avid fan of the show. I loved watching their lives. I loved believing that it was all real. It was a reality built around a some what fantastical idea. One couple, eight children--insane, right? How could this family possibly survive? How could they afford anything? How do they sleep at night? I found myself needing to know every second of every detail of these children's lives. In an episode around Christmas Time, Kate tells us how viewers of the show sent the kids Christmas gifts. And that seemed totally fine to me. Why not? They're my kids too, ya know.
Except...they aren't. In fact, they aren't even that special. It is no great feat to raise eight children. It's a stressful one, yes. But other than that? No big. My father is the oldest of eight. Big woop. My grandparents were married till the end (may they rip), and while I never had the privledge of meeting my grandfather, I hear he was light years ahead of Jon in terms of fathering skills. And I bet Kate would kill to have been my grandmother. I don't blame them--since their parenting skills are atrocious.
Being from PA, and knowing alot of people from around multiple areas, I hear and see things. A friend of mine works at Sesame Place, and was there the day the show taped "The Gosselin's Go To Sesame Place". She said neither parent watched the children, just complained about the heat and let babysitter's "handle" the kids. She also said that Kate was demanding, mean, and downright sassy. She continued to report to me how Jon didn't care and just went along with everything. He was a poor pauper in the kingdom that is Kate Gosselin. I felt so bad for this friend of mine, that I wanted nothing more than to take her out for a drink. When I told her this, she said "Don't feel bad. I just experienced the free kind of birth control"
I do find the kids absolutely adorable. And my heart absolutely bleeds for them. It can't be easy for them. I mean, the life of an older daughter, with a younger brother, is hard enough. Having 7 brothers and sisters, fighting parents, and cameras in your face? No thank you. And I think that's where my indifference starts. They can't get their act together. They are so worried about presenting themselves to the media, doing interviews and talk shows, traveling away from home for days at a time, that they forget about what made them famous in the first place--THEIR KIDS. Without the "Plus 8", there would be no show. When you can't take care of your kids because you're too busy being a media whore--strike one. Actually, the more I think about it, that's more like a strike one, two, three and please get off the field.
Get off the field, stop throwing each other's crap back and forth, and pull out of the media world. With the money they made from the show, they've gotta be rolling in it. Money made. Get a real job and get the cameras out of the house and out of the faces of your children.
I mean, unless you really want your twins to write a collaborative memoir about living in a new Circle of Hell.
~AvK~
I have lost my ability to care for either of them. I don't care that he slings mud at her from tabloids. I don't care that she's buying houses with her body guard. I can't even pretend to be interested in their dealings anymore. I think their kids are more mature than they are. And their kids are like, six. I should know, I used to be an avid fan of the show. I loved watching their lives. I loved believing that it was all real. It was a reality built around a some what fantastical idea. One couple, eight children--insane, right? How could this family possibly survive? How could they afford anything? How do they sleep at night? I found myself needing to know every second of every detail of these children's lives. In an episode around Christmas Time, Kate tells us how viewers of the show sent the kids Christmas gifts. And that seemed totally fine to me. Why not? They're my kids too, ya know.
Except...they aren't. In fact, they aren't even that special. It is no great feat to raise eight children. It's a stressful one, yes. But other than that? No big. My father is the oldest of eight. Big woop. My grandparents were married till the end (may they rip), and while I never had the privledge of meeting my grandfather, I hear he was light years ahead of Jon in terms of fathering skills. And I bet Kate would kill to have been my grandmother. I don't blame them--since their parenting skills are atrocious.
Being from PA, and knowing alot of people from around multiple areas, I hear and see things. A friend of mine works at Sesame Place, and was there the day the show taped "The Gosselin's Go To Sesame Place". She said neither parent watched the children, just complained about the heat and let babysitter's "handle" the kids. She also said that Kate was demanding, mean, and downright sassy. She continued to report to me how Jon didn't care and just went along with everything. He was a poor pauper in the kingdom that is Kate Gosselin. I felt so bad for this friend of mine, that I wanted nothing more than to take her out for a drink. When I told her this, she said "Don't feel bad. I just experienced the free kind of birth control"
I do find the kids absolutely adorable. And my heart absolutely bleeds for them. It can't be easy for them. I mean, the life of an older daughter, with a younger brother, is hard enough. Having 7 brothers and sisters, fighting parents, and cameras in your face? No thank you. And I think that's where my indifference starts. They can't get their act together. They are so worried about presenting themselves to the media, doing interviews and talk shows, traveling away from home for days at a time, that they forget about what made them famous in the first place--THEIR KIDS. Without the "Plus 8", there would be no show. When you can't take care of your kids because you're too busy being a media whore--strike one. Actually, the more I think about it, that's more like a strike one, two, three and please get off the field.
Get off the field, stop throwing each other's crap back and forth, and pull out of the media world. With the money they made from the show, they've gotta be rolling in it. Money made. Get a real job and get the cameras out of the house and out of the faces of your children.
I mean, unless you really want your twins to write a collaborative memoir about living in a new Circle of Hell.
~AvK~
