And let’s not even get started on your general obtuseness. Gwyneth’s website Goop has been getting blasted by everyone from the Huffington Post to lowly bloggers like ourselves ever since it first appeared, partly for its insufferable tone of omniscience and partly for its dubious advice. (And mostly because it’s written by the sort of woman whom you could easily imagine being best friends with Madonna.) Now even the New York Times is getting into the act, and Gwyneth is beginning to fight back. “I think the people who are criticizing it or criticizing the idea of it, don’t really get it, because if they did, they would like it,” she insisted Wednesday night. Gwyneth also feels some of the Goop-hate has been aroused by her transformation from a reasonably good actress into the Martha Stewart of her generation. “I think that people like people to stay in their ‘box’ — they like people to stay how they are comfortable seeing them.”
I’m on Gwyneth’s side here, which is a position so uncomfortable I’m probably going to pull a tendon. Let’s be honest: it’s not as if Gwyneth has taken up a hobby like clubbing baby seals or something. Goop is a blog I wouldn’t read at gunpoint (and I really think I get it, Gwynnie), but as long as I don’t go there I can easily ignore it. As a bonus, every minute Gwyneth spends online is one less minute when she’s yammering to the press about her “weird, blessed, interesting life.” Blog on, you crazy diamond.
