Sometimes I’d like to just slap the so-called “journalists.”
Take this article in the NYTimes, for example. While I applaud Mary Cheney’s decision to publicly talk about her pregnancy, the simple fact of the matter is that she shouldn’t have to “defend” it. The right of procreation extends back further than the ability to speak, and if she wants to have a baby it’s nobody else’s damned business. I rarely have agreed with Mary’s political decisions, but for once (and probably the only time) I agree with her:
“This is a baby. This is a blessing from God. It is not a political statement. It is not a prop to be used in a debate, on either side of a political issue. It is my child.”
Damn straight, baby.
This sense of entitlement we have when it comes to public figures really is out of proportion with what we are actually entitled to know. Look at the implication of this sentence in the NYTimes article:
Ms. Cheney, who is vice president of consumer advocacy for AOL and lives in Virginia, has not said how she became pregnant.
The obvious implication there is that she is somehow obligated to publicize every intimate detail of her pregnancy. Hogwash. What right does anyone else have to know the intimate details of “how” she became pregnant (except Heather, of course)? While I’m sure there will be mounds of speculation on whether it was David Crosby or some other method, the plain fact is that “how” she became pregnant isn’t news–it’s gossip. And hardly worthy of one of our major news organizations. Shame on you, NYTimes.