I bought this month’s edition of Vogue because Nicole Kidman was on the cover.
There’s something about Kidman that I’ve always admired; perhaps it’s that she seems like a woman of character or maybe it’s because she makes movies that she believes in that can be either light-hearted or heavy-hitting.
It seems, however, that John Powers has decided to paint this iconic actor in an uncharacteristically flighty and faddish light: as an airhead female actress who uses pregnancy and childbirth to monopolize the limelight and increase her personal marketability.
From the Spears boys, the Lopez-Anthony twins, to the Jolie-Pitt brood, American pop culture has become saturated with smiling mommies and pregnant bellies; “baby bumps,” “first pictures,” and baby names; it’s almost as if our societal biological clock has gone off: The whole country has gone bat shit crazy over babies.
