Actress and new mom Maggie Gyllenhaal, in her first interview since the birth of her daughter Ramona, 3 months, says that celebrity baby culture is hurting her family.
Maggie told the L.A. Times that paparazzi lurk outside the NYC apartment she shares with Ramona and boyfriend Peter Sarsgaard - and are so desperate for their picture, that they have gone so far as to call the fire department with a fake fire report, forcing them evacuate their home. Twice.
"I don't care at all if they take pictures of me anymore, but I do not want them to come in droves and photograph my daughter," Maggie went on to say. "I don't think that most people know what goes into those photographs that are in those magazines."
It's so true. Celebrity baby culture is seriously out of hand. Every time I check in at Celebrity Baby Blog or Just Jared, I feel ashamed of myself. I know that Brangelina and kids are hounded by the press, to the point where they can't even think of taking their kids to the park. I know that the first picture of Jayden Federline will probably sell for well over $75,000 - and that at this very moment, sleazy, morally challenged "stalkerazzi" are scheming to get it. I know that pregnant celebrities have inexplicably become the new pin-up girls - and I try to talk myself out of buying the new US Magazine every week. I try to put myself in Julia Roberts' position: just a mom, like any of us, in her second pregnancy, getting over the hump and into the second trimester, tired and puffy and HEY! Some dude just hopped out of my trash can and flashed a bulb in my face and he gonna get paid some serious cash for nearly scaring the bejeezus out of me and my fetus! And dammit, I forgot to brush my teeth again, and I've got bedhead, and all I'm trying to do is get a bagel. Jesus! But I buy the magazine anyway.
I know I'm not the only one - but why? What is it about expectant celebrities and celebrity offspring that are so fascinating?
