I was fascinated by a headline on my MSN news feed – “Mariah Carey expecting a boy and a girl!” It’s not that I give a damn about what goes on inside a celebrity’s uterus, but I was intrigued from a PR standpoint how MSN got this information.
Turns out Mariah Carey’s jovial husband, Nick Cannon, paid a visit to Access Hollywood to share the news. He went on to tell them how Mariah is cooking up a storm, but she doesn’t eat (yeah, right) and so he eats everything and is getting fat. He continued babbling about how they decided to tell President Obama that they were expecting…. and It was at this point that I just couldn’t take anymore.
Celebs, and Ms. Carey in particular, are always shouting to the hilltops about the virtue of their “privacy” – they complain about the paparazzi, they can’t go anywhere in peace, hopefully people will be respectful when they have their baby, etc. But then they decide to have their husband discuss their pregnancy quirks on a nightly entertainment show, or they give a magazine the exclusive peek inside their nursery, or better yet they have their publicist drop a dime to TMZ to let them know when and where the said celeb is dining/shopping/playing at the park with their kid. And do you really need to eat at The Ivy or Mr. Chow, the school-yard hang outs for the paparazzi? Trust me, the food isn’t that good.
I think celebs and their privacy is one big joke because attaining privacy when you are famous is quite simple, it’s called Shut the F**** Up. It’s possible to do so and still be famous. Did anyone know that Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban had a baby via a surrogate? Nope, not until the baby was born, named and home with their family. They still landed on the cover of People Magazine, go figure.
The best example of this is the wedding of Beyonce & Jay-Z (B and I have a love hate relationship…. I really love her although deep inside I want to hate her for too many reasons to count). There’s never been one single photo to surface of their wedding, or detailed descriptions of the event or anything else that they wanted to keep sacred and private. You know how they were able to do that? They’ve mastered the art of Shut the F*** Up.
So Mr. & Mrs. Cannon, if you are really seeking some privacy during this time in your life, I’ll give you some free PR advice and suggest that you refrain from telling Billy Bush all your business, stay in the house and release one brief statement after the twins have made their debut and you’ve given them some over the top name I’ll likely make fun of.
In the meantime…..
6ouncesofsanity 