
This is what's wrong with women, modest when they shouldn't be and brazen when they should cover that shit up. Do I want to see a girls breasts when she looks like a beach bunny or when she looks like a fertility idol from Cameroon? This whole pregnant celebrity posing naked thing is so old and tired that there are barely words to describe how annoying it is. We get it, you have a kid in your stomach, big fucking deal. Does that make you special? Only if it's mine bitch. I try to get into the reasoning behind women feeling a need to get naked and show off their pregnant bodies but it's just so counter intuitive that I can't. My brain just isn't stupid enough to figure out why once the baby has bloated a woman's midsection to Marlon Brando territory and her tits look like a New Guinea head hunters, she chooses that moment to show off the tainted goods. I know women get excited when they've finally done what they were put on this earth to do besides drive men into murder suicide rages. They spread em, took the seed, got knocked up and now they want to show off and act like the baby they are having is the first of it's kind, the wunderkind, zee uberbaby, Jesus #2, JFK, Mother Teresa,Princess Diana Tom Brady and the great gazoo all rolled into one little fetus, but trust me, that kid will be just as a big a fucking idiot as the rest of us, and in Miranda Kerr's case, much worse. That kid, whose dad is movie star Orlando Bloom will be beautiful and perfect looking and will be given every advantage, raised with wealth and never want for anything; except maybe attention from its obviously self involved parents. I don't think I'm breaking any psychological ground when I say that Mom's naked pregnant photo reveals a massive case of raging narcicism that will lead to the needy kid getting addicted to crystal meth.
Why do you think so many mom's get post partum depression? It's because they have this big build up to the great unveiling. For years they have built the perfect baby scenario in their minds, the happy family, the perfect child everything will be just so. They get compliments and gifts and showers and validation for being so womanly and then the baby comes and everyone comes to see the baby and it's wonderful and the baby is beautiful and again you are feted and heaped with praise but soon enough everyone goes home and it's just you and a little person that you have to raise and take care of and serve and commit almost all of your energy and life to and an equally baffled husband that pretty much expects you to, ya know, be a mom and do the shit that's supposed to come naturally. The bloom comes off the rose. It's you, a crying time suck and a husband that you don't give a shit about anymore because you have the new thing that you have no clue about how to raise. You suddenly feel very alone. Pretty soon you complain, the husband doesn't do enough to help, the baby wakes up at night and wants to be fed, you're tired, your nipples are raw the baby isn't the most perfect thing in the world, it is a monster that wants you to be there for it and give it everything you have. You find yourself not so in love with your baby. The feeling of the immediate bond didn't come. You have an alien screaming in its crib. Time to either freak out and drive away at 3:00 am or call the doctor in the morning to get some happy pills. You wish you had thought about the whole, "let's have a baby thing" a little more. Welcome to hell, you're a parent. Congratulations Miranda Kerr!

