I usually stay away from these celebrity controversies on here because I’ve just never been that concerned with Lindsay Lohan’s Grey Goose binges or the Jolie-Pitt baby’s hair texture–even if I do get a kick out of Tom Cruise’s nutbar antics and the Celebrity Baby Blog from time to time.
But the Madonna adoption to-do is pissing me off. You know why?
Because it’s awesome.
She wants to adopt. Hooray! She’s bringing worldwide media attention to adoption. Hooray! She’s adopting a child from a country where many children’s futures are bleak indeed. Hooray!
But because we all like to get down on the celebrities–even as we watch their movies and buy their perfumes and subscribe to the magazines that keep the stalkarazzi in business–suddenly everyone has a problem with her. Why adopt from Africa when there are children who need adopting here? Why adopt when you’re over 40? How can a woman with no time to keep up her roots POSSIBLY have time to take care of another child?
And then the one that really gets me: Wah wah, boohoo, she cut in line.
Here’s a secret for ya:
(Shhh, keep this one on the down low…)
Celebrities? Sometimes? They get special treatment.
They get better tables in the restaurants than the mere mortals. Even with no reservation. And then they get complimentary desserts sent over by the chef. They will even have the sommelier open an entire bottle of ’89 Barolo, that they may imbibe a single glass of it. (This I know because one fortuitous evening at Fiamma, we were offered the remaining wine from Madonna’s previous night’s oenephilic request and let me tell you, it was delicious.)
Celebrities get free clothes and free jewelry and free tickets to concerts. Front row tickets. You know, the ones that you can’t get. They can get your impossible-to-reach hair gay but fabulous hair guy to leave you sitting, wet and unfinished in his chair, while he runs to their homes to trim their bangs. They get hotter dates, bigger salaries, and better plastic surgeons. They get invited to cooler parties. And they don’t have to wait in line to get in.
They know where to find the good cheese. The unpasteurized cheese.
And sometimes, they pull strings that let them do something noble and wonderful like, say, adopt a child, before the rest of us.
I can’t imagine the painful frustration of waiting for adoption papers. I have a few friends going through it however and I sympathize, truly. But I don’t believe any one of them is blaming Madonna for the red tape.
As far as the Malawi laws and the recent development that the father didn’t understand the adoption process, well that’s another issue entirely. And if I see one more idiot commenting that “next time she should adopt one without living parents” — good lord. Do people really think that all children in orphanages have dead parents? Tsk tsk, Christian Right…your PR people are dropping the ball on this one.
Please. Lay off the do-gooding celebrities, folks. I’m sure if you can just hang in there a few moments longer, Tom Cruise will do something stupid for you to talk about instead.