It's Gwynnie Time

Gawker's very cool Choire Sicha is ahead of the curve once again, starting the media pile up on everyone's favorite frosty blond, Gwyneth Paltrow (well, that's my prediction anyway), by just kind of leaving a rather provocative quote on the site to go uncommented upon. Well (pulls up a chair), let's do some commentary, n'est-ce pas?

Gawker references The Washington Post, which basically says that ... people (whistle, averts gaze) ... people are resentful of her success. (whistles nervously and looks around):

"[I] don't care if I'm not Number 1 or Number 5 or Number 10. I'm really [expletive] good at my job, and people who are interesting and good know that, and that's all that matters."

Hmm. And just when I thought the Vanity Fair blonde (and how many blonde's will Graydon put on the cover in 2004, one wonders, first Viggo, now Gwynnie -- who's next, Eve? No, no ... Somehow ... ah?... no) covergirl was telling tales out of school, I realized, hey ... Gwyneth is just following the precepts of her alma mater, The Spence School! Charmed, I'm sure.

Check out the mission of that infamous incubator of frosty Manhattan blondes who wouldn't give you the time of day back in the day (maybe that was just me at the UN School missing out on the frosty blonde sensation, perhaps?), the elite, the posh Spence School:

"Spence is a small supportive community where the contributions of every student are valued. Each student is challenged to reach her full potential in an atmosphere that fosters self-confidence and a spirit of cooperation. From the Library Media Center to the office of the College Counselor, students at all levels receive individual attention and are encouraged to develop their unique talents and to become independent thinkers."

So no -- It's not about the crappy film Plath, my little pomegranates, it's not even really about the seriously sucky performance in Duets, it's all about Gwynnie's potential being filled. You know the benjamins, the baby, the VF cover: you go Gwynnie ... you exhaust that Spence potential: gimme a G! (no, really, Gwynnie, a G-note would really go a long way in Cutty Sarks)

Now you know; you better recognize. Basta!