Last night it was announced that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt welcomed into the world their long-expected baby. A girl named Shiloh was born...uh, sometime. I kind of feel bad for the baby...although it is entering a life of luxury, it also has a lot to live up to. By all accounts the child (should I say "Child") should be genetically perfect. With expectations this high, the only eventuality is that they won't be met. Unless the child grows up to become a moon goddess, I think we'll all be a little disappointed. Which really isn't fair. The little girl isn't even aware of the expectations awaiting her. I guess kind of like when they find the next Dali Lama, except this child is supposed to grow into hotness rather than spirituality. I wonder how young it will be acceptable for plastic surgery patients to be soon?
Anyway, Shiloh will be 20 when I'm about 45, so I won't even be able to respectively make an un-perverted evaluation.
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