So Does Anyone Actually Believe That Katie Ran The Marathon?

Gotta love the triumphant photos of Katie Holmes crossing the finish line of the NYC Marathon on Sunday to hug Tom and that cute little Suri. (yes, I love the kid- get over it, I'm bitter not immune to the charm of babies).

Here are the facts as cobbled together through various sources:

• Katie looks all kinds of relaxed at the finish line- not a bead of sweat, expression of agony or even a heavy duty sports bra in sight!
• Katie partied later that night- in high heels. Because EVERYONE can squeeze their agonized tootsies into stilettos (okay, a medium heel since she's trying not to tower over her itty bitty hubby) after running 26.2 miles and more than that, they're also up for a party!
  
• No one saw hide nor hair of her until mile 15 when Tom & Suri appeared for a photo op (though OK magazine apparently reported she'd be running weeks before the fact), and Katie's face was hidden from view for most of the time until said photo op. Now that doesn't make me think for even one second that maybe one of those nice Scientology kids was running in Katie's stead for the beginning of the race, nah- that would never happen.
  

I don't know, maybe I'm just overly skeptical of celebrity stunts, but I so don't believe that she actually ran the entire marathon and it just dilutes it for the (masochistic, insane adrenaline junkies) athletes who trained and deserve the recognition.

Oh, and Paula Radcliffe? We're glad that you won, really. We just still remember that pee break you took at the London Marathon.

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Never Let A Famous Person Name Your Baby

Mila Jovovich has given birth to a baby girl and of all the glorious names in the universe, she's chosen to call her simply 'Ever.' Now it's not as offensive as Pilot Inspektor (Jason Lee, you named your son after these lyrics 'He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot'? I for one can't wait to see the tantrums this young 'un throws in a few years) or as hideous as Princess Tiaammi, but it is all kinds of silly- as is our growing fascination with celebrity pregnancies.

In fact, it's been creeping me out as of late how the celebrity news media can analyze a female star's midriff to the extent that an extra french fry at lunch becomes a suspected baby bump. While celebrity babies can definitely be used to rack up the column inches and clean up someone's image (Yes Nicole *famous for no reason* Richie- we're all looking at you) like Christina Aguilera's stoic new push towards celebrity sainthood and J.Lo's giggling non-admission of gestation, they're usually a really smart career move and most excellent photo opportunity. Seriously, in these cases it's usually a case of life imitating art- have a sitcom that's suffering? Add a new baby and you'll schlep it out for at least another season. Nervous that your (insert your favorite vanity project here) won't sell to the masses? Get knocked up and they'll queue up to catch the slightest glimpse of you in your expanding glory.

And, Brangelina, *we're just a normal family* you'll really have to make sure that the paparazzi are more clever with their editing- we can see your slew of nannies and mannies in the background of every pic.

Now leave me alone, I'm off to coo over pictures of Suri Cruise waiting for mom Katie Holmes at the NYC Marathon yesterday.

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