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Baby Scientologist, meet Baby Normal

There's some sort of irony in the fact that Tom Cruise's fiancée and cradle-robbee Katie Holmes gave birth yesterday, on the same day as Brooke Shields, Cruise's postpartum nemesis. As you may recall, Cruise blabbed his big Scientology-spouting mouth a while back about how psychiatrists were quacks and that women shouldn't take anti-depressants, instead relying on some sort of natural healing when suffering from postpartum depression. Shields took issue with his babble on psycho-babble, since she wrote the book (literally) on postpartum depression after suffering from it during her first pregnancy.

Let's see how Miss Katie fares with her post-pregnancy moods.

I think she must've been on drugs to get involved with Cruise -- who I think is the real quack -- in the first place, much less procreate with him. And don't think he wasn't smoking something when he was doing backflips off Oprah's couch, professing his undying love and devotion (and in the words of a romance novel, flaming loins) to a girl who said she used to have posters of him on her wall when she was a preteen.

As for Shields, I hope she fares better this time around. Cheers to Zoloft...

Comments

Brianne said…
Yeah did you hear about Tom Cruise's alleged joke that he was going to eat the placenta and umbilical cord??? That he had to clarify two weeks later that he was joking which I sincerely do not believe? Yeah. I feel so bad for that poor baby.

A sadistic little part of me hopes that something terrible happens to him that requires drugs of some sort. He is insane. More power to Brooke Shields! I bet her baby's cuter anyway.
Brianne said…
Oh by the way you should check out my MySpace. I played around with it all day yesterday due to lack of work and it looks really cool now. http://www.myspace.com/drunkennessbringsclarity.
Amy said…
I didn't know about Anne's wreck! Hope she gets through dealing with the insurance idiots soon. Checked out your new online digs...very nice. And the name's clever. Tsk tsk. :-) Tom Cruise is certifiable...and that's coming from someone with personal experience in the mental illness arena.

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