Man, aren’t parental guilt trips the worst? It’s like, yeah, I haven’t called my grandma in forever, but would you want to call someone if all they said to you was “you’re going to hell, sinner”?
But Kate Hudson‘s parental guilt trip sounds a whole lot worse than the conversation I have to have every now and then with my mom, because, see, Kate Hudson’s dad wrote it in the form of a book that’s described as “not a Hollywood tell-all, but instead an emotional outreach.” And so it begins.
“Kate doesn’t have to talk to me and she doesn’t have to give her a dime of her millions. All I want is for her to call and say, ‘Hi grandma’, before it’s too late,” Bill said. “I love Kate, but… She has done stuff which is just awful. She is a spoiled brat in my eyes and at the end of the day, she should meet her little sister. I should meet my grandchild and she should help her grandmother.”
Ok, I agree that in a solid amount of situations, it’s important to stick with your family, because in a solid amount of situations, they’ve done good by you. And I also agree that Kate Hudson seems like kind of a pill, but you can say that in a letter, you know, or you can write it in your diary or get a Tumblr or something. Ain’t nobody gonna take you seriously if you publish a book telling your daughter to call her grandma. Right?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there is nothing more refreshing than seeing an ultra-celeb who looks completely normal after nine months of pregnancy, forty hours of grueling labor, and six weeks. This is Kate Hudson, and *I don’t care how many rock bands she ruins; she’s a good example of being a normal human being in a world where normal is looked at like it’s the plague.
*This is all partially because I’m sitting here eating Ben & Jerry’s as we speak (Fair Goodness Cake!), and what you see here is what I’m aiming for sometime around mid-March. Woo!
She just popped that baby out, what, two minutes ago? Jeez. Girlfriend must just be one of those lucky ladies that practically bounces right back to what they were even without the aid of diuretics, cigarettes, or post-natal plastic surgery. I know they’re few and far between, but they apparently do exist.
Either that, you know, or that patterned maxi dress is doing its THING.
Regardless, looking good Kate!
Bingham Hawn Bellamy. That’s a good, strong name, isn’t it? I mean, it’s no Bear Blu or Harper Seven, but it’ll do. Plus, the loving parents, Kate Hudson and Matthew Bellamy, are planning on calling him “Bing” for short. And if that’s not the most adorable thing you’ve heard all day, well … I guess you must have heard about a kitten riding a friendly baby bear or something. And I’m jealous.
To add to the already adorable name, it turns out that it’s a family name. On both sides, even! Here’s Matthew’s explanatory Tweet:
“For those wondering, Bingham is my mum’s maiden name and Bing Russell was Kurt’s dad. Family connections all round!”
It’s probably because of that summer when all I did was listen to “Starlight” and sip margaritas, but I think Matthew and Kate make a real cute couple. Anybody else?
Yesterday, Kate Hudson gave birth to a healthy little baby boy. No word yet on the name, but for now I’m sure we can get by with imagining the baby’s father and Kate’s fiance, Matthew Bellamy of Muse, singing the kid some lullabyes. Doesn’t that sound nice?
You know what sounds nicer? This morning, Victoria Beckham gave birth to her little girl! Girlfriend is healthy, weighing in at seven pounds and ten ounces – the baby, not Victoria, LOL! – and, considering her parents, I’m sure she’s the most darling thing. And of course, there’s no name yet, but I don’t think that really matters because I’m calling the girl Santa any time I need to refer to her.
What’s next, world of celebrity babies? Please, oh please, let it be that Paris Hilton is pregnant with the antichrist. Please.
Have any of you seen Something Borrowed yet? I have not, but a friend of mine went to see it yesterday and he called me after and said, “Kate Hudson, at some point in every single scene, says, ‘Woo!’ and does a crazy little dance. She’s literally setting back women 37 years every single time she opens her mouth.”
So I found that to be pretty annoying. Not just because he’d spoiled part of the movie for me, either. It’s a bummer that someone who’s career showed so much promise when she first broke out has thrown herself face first into Hollywood’s RomCom Machine. She’s been in it for a minute now, obviously. This is nothing new, but like, between that and her seemingly maneater-ish tendencies, I’m just done with her. And she made Owen Wilson almost kill himself. We can’t forget that.
But I can’t be entirely mean to a pregnant woman. I can’t. So I’ll just show you these photos of her walking around London with her fiance, Muse front man Matt Bellamy, yesterday and say that she looks like she’s having a real nice time for herself despite the fact that she’s recites tired-ass lines for a living and she’s totally glowing or whatever.
Amazing how things like that sometimes turn out, right? My dad always said some pretty random things like ‘When you’re sick, you don’t feel good,’ and ‘Wet birds don’t fart at night’ (that one I never understood), so I guess, yeah, it would make sense that if Matty proposed to Kate and she said yes, that they’d be engaged.
Kate appeared on The Today Show and confirmed to Matt Lauer that Bellamy had popped the question last week, and Kate happily obliged. The only thing I’m MORE shocked about than the idea that these two are going to get hitched is the fact that Kate kept it to herself and didn’t go sprinting to the media for an ENTIRE SEVEN DAYS.
I don’t know. I just can’t wrap by head around how crazy all of this is. Though they’ve been dating a whole year, it seems like it all went down so fast. I mean, even Delilah would be shaking her head in disbelief.