When I heard that Victoria Beckham has been complaining that she's feeling tired—like, really really tired—because of her new baby, I was going to make a joke about how I'm tired too, because I own a demonic kitten and my personal life is in shambles and life is just so hard. But then I thought that maybe my life wasn't actually that hard at all because I live in Brooklyn and this winter the weather's been so mild and it's not like I have a baby or anything.
"Look, if people want to say I’m miserable then so be it. I’m really not. I have a lot on my plate. I’m not going to lie about it, I’m tired. I’m really tired but I’m also very happy with my life. I’m basically just like any woman who’s working and has lots of children, it’s tough… I’m not getting much sleep at all. Harper’s not sleeping that great. I’m up with the baby as all moms are and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s not a team of people doing it for me."
So I started to really feel some compassion for Victoria Beckham and her fancy, high profile, high stress life, because I'm actually a terrific person capable of lots and lots of empathy. Also, Posh Spice totally dominated my junior high years, so she'll always have a special place in my heart.
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