This week's New York magazine offers a highly entertaining/depressing cover story about the Mission: Impossible tactics soon to be employed by the world's paparazzi in hopes of scoring the first photo of the baby Jesus -- excuse me, of the Pitt-Jolie offspring -- and the untold riches that will come with it. Why such a frenzy? As one celeb weekly editor crowed, "I mean, this is the baby that Jen wouldn't give Brad, and the fact that Angelina's giving it to him -- my feeble little mind can barely handle it!"
Emphasis mine, likewise the umbrage. Especially now that all involved (or no longer involved) seem pretty happy, can we please just leave Jennifer Aniston and her alleged female failings alone? And while we're at it, can we leave the expression "give him a child" back in the early days of hereditary monarchy?