It’s been niggling at me all week, and it’s no use, there’s nothing for it but to have a good rant. I’m talking about Gwyneth Paltrow and the promotion of her latest cook book, which reveals her kids live on a gluten free, low carb, low sugar diet. That’s right, no wheat. No bread, no pasta, no rice, no ice cream, no chocolate and no cow’s milk.
Apparently they eat raw fennel as a snack, kale chips instead of crisps and carob bars instead of chocolate. Lucky them.
But it’s not what she is (or isn’t) feeding them, the poor souls, that bothers me – it’s the way her lifestyle is portrayed as ‘right’ and the implied pressure that puts on everyone else. One particular newspaper printed the recipe for ‘Gwyneth’s breakfast smoothie’, ingredients of which include half an avocado, half a courgette, chia seeds, flax seeds, dark fruit concentrate, almond butter, etc, etc.
Apart from the fact no normal person with children to get up and dressed, a dishwasher to empty and a washing machine to put on before getting themselves ready for work by 8am would even entertain the idea of preparing such a thing first thing in the morning, it was the photograph next to it that really got my goat.
There Gwynnie was, dressed up to the nines, make up perfectly applied, making the said concoction using catering grade equipment in a kitchen which must have cost thousands. I will give her the benefit of the doubt over whether she really does make the stuff herself, but you can bet your bottom dollar that if she does it’s only because she’s got an army of staff doing everything else while she fiddles around in the kitchen.
It’s enough to make anyone feel like the crummiest mummy in the entire world. Anyway, it’s not all bad. The very same day that article was published I was mightily heartened to see her husband papped out and about in London eating a bag of Wotsits.
Life is fair, after all.