R60 She is just almost unbelievably pretentious, but it does seem to be her nature. One example:
“We have great dinner parties at which everyone sits around talking about politics, history, art and literature—all this peppered with really funny jokes. But back in America, I was at a party and a girl looked at me and said, ‘Oh, my God! Are those Juicy jeans that you’re wearing?’ and I thought, I can’t stay here. I have to get back to Europe.”
She’s also a know it all, and she takes it upon herself to profess to the world how to live better lives. This is what she has done with GOOP, which publishes pure fiction and imagination as health advice that people live by because she was a movie star. She went through a phase of telling the press all about how important it is to steam her vagina at an expensive spa. Long before GOOP, she was blabbering all about macrobiotics and telling the world that she lived a macrobiotic lifestyle and everyone else should, etc. Years later, around the time her mother started doing Boniva osteoporosis drug commercials, she started complaining that she has osteopenia and that she believed her macrobiotic diet was the reason. You’d think she might have learned to think twice about radical health fads that could be harmful. Instead, she built a business on them.
She published a series of articles claiming that evidence we manifest our own lives has been proven scientifically through a pseudoscientist’s claims he documented simply praying/meditating over a glass of water rearranges the molecules in any way you want.
She talks about her children’s privileges, bragging that she has hired French and Spanish nannies so her kids would be fluent in those languages so that they can live a more European (read: better) lifestyle.
When she and her husband broke up, she went on a tour to tell everyone how to break up better. It wasn’t a divorce, she insisted—no, not her. She wouldn’t do that. That is hard on the children. What she did was “conscious uncoupling”...and here is how YOU can break up better, like I do!
And somehow despite having been an A-list Oscar-winning movie star, she’s a pathological name dropper. You can easily find plenty of quotes about her bragging about Jay-Z and Beyonce being her friends, but she does it in such a strange way that makes it clear she only cares who they are. If she talks about Brad Pitt or even Harvey Weinstein, they are just “Brad” or “Harvey”—you know, familiar human beings. When she talks about Beyonce, it’s, “I was with Beyonce and—Beyonce, you know, she and I are great friends—and she and Jay-Z—Shawn Carter, that’s his real name—we were hanging out on their yacht in the Med and Jay, he said the funniest thing about the organic avocados I had imported from Corsica...” That sort of thing. She’s just extra-extra-extraordinarily pretentious and it sucks the life out of every public appearance she makes. She has been given everything most people would ever ask for in life, and she really loves to drone on about it while faking humility and simultaneously, somehow, bragging that her life choices, her children and her exes are much, much better than yours.
