You know that feeling when you’re out and you look soooo good that your friends insist on taking tons of potential new Facebook profile photos of you? And you konw that other feeling when you look like you just returned from an orgy with death and exhaustion and your friends keep taking “hilarious candids of you” even though you asked them to stop? Well I think that second feeling is what the Brangelina children must feel every single day of their lives. Or at least the days when they leave their mansions/chateaus/penthouses/estates and go anywhere where people have cameras.
If only Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie would splurge on invisibility cloaks for them.
These photos of Shiloh, Zahara and Pax being surrounded by the paparazzi and assorted bystanders makes me sad. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be raised in the spotlight. Especially when it’s a spotlight you didn’t choose to be in. And one that takes photos from unflattering angles. It’s not like this is a daily 7th grade Glamour Shots shoot. It’s a candid-photo-palooza.
Sure that doesn’t matter now. But I cringe to think about someone capturing my 15-year journey through puberty on camera. It’s not fair that celebrity kids get caught in this game. A game that I fully participate in every single day. I discovered the site CelebrityBabies.com in college and added it to my daily blog roster right. It’s embarrassing, but it’s true. Sometimes I rattle off celebrity kids names so fast that people think I’m a superstar at my job. The sad truth is that I knew ALL of this before I started working at Crushable.
I optionally chose to know every detail about every celebrity child. It’s a problem. And I blame the economy. It’s nonsensical, but it sounds like a reasonable excuse for a half a second. While I won’t stop obsessing over celebrity children, I can half-promise to never publish awkward photos of them in their tween years.