Have you ever put someone up on a pedestal for yeeeears, only for them to loose their veneer with the passage of time? It's happened. I've gone off Jessica Alba. She to me was an exotic beauty, an almost CGI perfect vision of womanhood who knew how to bust out a move. But now it's almost like she's rubbing her flawlessness in my face. She got pregnant and married yer man, still looking immaculate despite bemoaning that gestation didn't make her "feel sexy". Then she said this about childbirth: "I didn't scream. It was really Zen. I wanted to do it naturally. The labour was more like meditation. I did yoga breathing. I was focused." CashWarren backed his wife up, saying: "She didn't make a sound. It was amazing." Not a peep, no? Send a memo to Tom Cruise, he'd be well impressed. I, on the other hand, would thank you not to put further pressure on the rest of us to be the epitome of sweet serenity while pushing another life from our being. But, hey, at least we now know that celebrities are more than capable of having kids without a mandatory C-section.
