Admit It, You Love to Hate Gwyneth
You don’t need the last name, nobody does.
You’re not alone. Hating Gwyneth Paltrow has long been a national pastime. Mysteriously, it wasn’t Shallow Hal (the 2001 movie that dared ask, “Wouldn’t it be HIlarious to put a skinny lady in a fat suit?”) that did it. The flood of hate came after 2008 when she started a newsletter about her life.
Not only did we marvel at her stupidity — most of us could put this look together for under thirty bucks — but also her tone-deaf approach.
An appeal from a 2010 newsletter I was able to find floating around in my inbox exhorted readers to consider helping others. “[W]hen life’s difficulties come crashing over, what are the ways in which we can offer a little life raft for those who have always been there for us”? She then went on to offer a link to a private chef service. The accompanying photos glowed with the patina of volunteerism. But God forbid you personally do more than click.
