Mazel tov, Giuliana and Bill. Today, you get a pass. (They are expecting a baby via gestational surrogate, after years of trying, all chronicled in great detail by the Style Network, a channel I don’t even get.) No one doubts that your baby is wanted and loved, and everyone is really happy for you. Even me.
But I know you guys. In a few months, you’ll be trotting that baby onto the Today show to promote your dating show. You’ll be airing a two-hour Style Network special on the birth. You’ll be on the cover of OK! or InTouch “opening up,” as if you aren’t already television’s second-most prolific propagators of TMI, after the Kardashians.
And I will be ready.
