"I hear Tom-Kat’s having a kitten.""You think we might be invited to the baby shower?""Dude, can you lay off with the showers? Don’t we have enough water?"
So, I open this morning’s news portal and 5 of the six video news slots are occupied by… Tom Cruise and Katie holmes having a baby. I supposed endless stories about hurricans, war and Supreme Court nominees were bring everybody down.
Seriously, this just grated. I don’t care, and I don’t want to be made to care about Tom Cruise and his spawn. In fact, I’m majorly disappointed that someone who has publicly shown himself to be irresponsibly ignorant on a global scale is allowed to spawn at all.
My second thoughts? How convenient that the baby will be born around the Mission Impossible 3 premiere, and Gee, I wonder how long it will take after Cruise dies for the tell-all book that reveals Holmes was artificially inseminated with L. Ron’s or David Miscavidge’s sperm to be published?.
But, I acknowledge that I perhaps have an unhealthy cynicism that speaks more volumes about me than it does about random strangers I’ve never met, who happen to be shoved down my throat at every newsstand, television news program and more understandably, movie theatre. Maybe Cruise and Holmes are just as unassuming as all these publicists, journalists and co-workers whose paychecks depend on the public’s liking Cruise and Holmes insist they are. I’m just glad I don’t know these people and so I feel obligated to send them my best wishes.
