The Octomom is Ready for Her Close Up!
Octomon and her babies are totally ready for their closeup. Oh wait, they’ve been under the microscope since they were born. But viewers will soon get to see this mondo-family in all it’s reality TV glory soon. In this Sunday’s New York Time Magazine there is feature entitled “The Octomom and Her Babies Prepare for Prime Time” all about the upcoming British documentary on the family.
Nadya Suleman commented on whether she was exploiting her kids saying, “It’s a Catch-22…I’m damned if I do what I need to do with the media to support my kids, and I’m damned if I don’t. If I don’t, I can’t take care of them.” Here are some other highlights!
By the time Suleman was lying on the ground with her babies, first three and then all eight octuplets were bawling at full tilt. They began to writhe around, clutching the air in their hands, eventually finding their mother’s incredibly thick hair and getting stuck there. Suleman tried more than gamely to remain calm and to keep her photo face together, but she began to panic when she realized she couldn’t even rise to her feet for fear of dragging her children into the air. She half-rose to look at her disheveled self. “Did my boobs fall out again?” She took a deep breath….The nannies were looking around and sort of shaking their heads. Aidan, the autistic child, came along and pulled his mother’s hair. She shouted, “This is ridiculous!” …It was like something from a Greek tragedy, or at least something horrible, traumatic and if not antiwoman then campily celebratory of femininity gone awry, along the lines of “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” or perhaps more aptly, “Aliens.”
On why she had all these kids:
“You don’t understand…If you have these frozen embryos that are there, and they were writing you letters saying, We are charging you this much, and it’s going up and up and up every month that they are stored - you can either use them or destroy them. You’re like, O.K., I have six already. What’s another? And maybe it won’t even work. So, I just decided to take the chance because I didn’t want to destroy the embryos. That was the main focus - not like: ‘Oh, gosh! I really want eight!’ People were thinking, ‘Oh, she wanted so, so many.’ No!”
And a odd Octomom version of “Cinderella” which she told to her daughter, it progressed in standard issue form until the end when: in which, at the end
“Then they lived together for five years, they went to college together, and then they went to medical school…They learned about each other, they grew together, they fell in love instead of living happily ever after. They decided to get married and continued growing together as an obstetrician and a gynecologist. Nobody lives happily ever after, because that is extremely unrealistic.”
You can check out the entire piece here.
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By the time Suleman was lying on the ground with her babies, first three and then all eight octuplets were bawling at full tilt. They began to writhe around, clutching the air in their hands, eventually finding their mother’s incredibly thick hair and getting stuck there. Suleman tried more than gamely to remain calm and to keep her photo face together, but she began to panic when she realized she couldn’t even rise to her feet for fear of dragging her children into the air. She half-rose to look at her disheveled self. “Did my boobs fall out again?” She took a deep breath….The nannies were looking around and sort of shaking their heads. Aidan, the autistic child, came along and pulled his mother’s hair. She shouted, “This is ridiculous!” …It was like something from a Greek tragedy, or at least something horrible, traumatic and if not antiwoman then campily celebratory of femininity gone awry, along the lines of “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” or perhaps more aptly, “Aliens.”






