I really do try very hard not to be a horrid, judgmental bitch. On the other hand, I think I've held out on this one long enough. Regardless of the tabloids, and what's true and what's probably not true, one fact remains very, very clear: two adults are getting a divorce and they are choosing to air it on TV.
So Jon and Kate are getting a divorce...surprise, surprise. I think I'd feel more sorry for them had they not a) willingly decided to have a litter of human beings (seriously, when the uteral count reaches over three, it's a LITTER. And yes, I made up the word, "uteral") b) willingly decided to document their entire lives on TV for money and c) willingly decided to go on record on TV about their divorce...again, for MONEY.
Look, divorce is an incredibly painful thing. There's a whole rift of hurt, bitterness, sadness and loss that goes into the ripping apart of a marital union. However, you lose your right to complain of exposure when you sign up for said exposure...when you accept free gifts and publicity at the expense of your brood...when you write a book and air your entire life on television without your children's consent, all because you crave the fame, that AS AN ADULT, you could very easily shun.
The problem is that eight--count 'em, eight--children are getting the old iron shaft in the ass from two incredibly selfish, bitter adults that should have checked in with their marriage LONG before popping out the Brady Bunch. BUT, there is still time...there is time for a mother and father to say "enough", to use their resources to move someplace boring, to hunker down in a hotel and ride out this storm for the safety of eight little chicklets that never asked to be on camera, who don't give a shit how much mom is bringing in with her book deal, who really, really don't care that daddy has a new girlfriend, and who honestly could do with what little normalcy is left to be had for a set of twins and a few tiny people who shared a space the size of a grapefruit with five other fetuses.
Grow up, Jon and Kate, please, before your kids do.
Aaaand, scene.