I'm making no apologies for my delight in this story. I know there are innocent babes involved, babes that apparently spend little time with their parents who too busy cavorting about with others (if the tabs are to be believed...and I always believe the tabs when it's a story I want to believe). But even if there are innocent children/bystanders, I still relish the angst of the Gosselin parents. Yes, you read that right. I fucking relish it.
Why? Jon and Kate -- parents of the eight permanently scarred Gosselin children -- are everything that is wrong with American consumption and fame. Popular for doing nothing more than breeding excessively, the Gosselins prided themselves on their books, their television specials, the media blitz over something as stupid and small as Kate's faux punk rock hairdo. (Whatever, Kate, I had that `do back in `95 only instead of warping children's brains, I was getting wasted at punk-rock shows like a proper lady.) And even though Jon could easily qualify as King of the Eunuchs for never standing up to his nightmare of a wife, I say he's just as guilty as the raving loon he married. Note to men: Not all women want to cut your balls off.
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Anyway, the Gosselins charged their tab with goodies and celebrity status aplenty.
And now the bill has come due.
Good. Good, I say.
For those of you who would say I'm being too harsh and just plain not nice, I say that these media whores welcomed all of the spotlight and swag -- and most importantly money -- that came with choosing to put themselves out there in the media glare. No one forced Jon and Kate to write books, have a television show, travel to speaking engagements, etc. And notice that even in the midst of all this drama, Kate is still pimping out her "pain" on the cover of People. I feel no sympathy. These people make me sick. I only hope there's some sort of trust for the kids' therapy bills. They're going to need it.