I don’t know if any Hollywood star has been plagued by more pregnancy “stories” than Jennifer Aniston. Will she have kids, is she pregnant now, why doesn’t she want kids, can’t she have kids, when is she going to get pregnant, is she too old to have kids? It’s fucking endless, and if we’re exhausted of hearing those stories, imagine how tired she must be of being the subject of them. Look: Jennifer Aniston doesn’t have any children and probably never will. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, and she wants you to shut up already.
From People:
“It’s not something that’s in our everyday life, quite honestly. It’s more questions that arise in a red carpet line or in an interview,” the actress, 45, told PEOPLE Wednesday at the Los Angeles premiere of her film Life of Crime, in which she plays a 1970s-era socialite.
“I just find it to be energy that is unnecessary and not really fair for those who may or may not [have children],” she added. “Who knows what the reason is, why people aren’t having kids. There’s a lot of reasons that could be, and maybe it’s something that no one wants to discuss.”
“It’s everyone’s personal prerogative, that’s all.”
Too true, girl.
I like Jennifer and always have – and I feel bad that she’s constantly harangued about her decision to have children or not. Men don’t get those kind of questions NEARLY as much, and it’s bullshit. Newsflash, media: Not everyone in the world wants to procreate. Then again, Jennifer has never come out and expressly said, “No, I will never have children because I really don’t want them so never ask me again” (as far as I can recall). Not that she should have to – and like she points out, there’s a number of reasons people don’t have children and what those reasons are aren’t really our business. It’s just a shame that she gets painted as some dried up old spinster while Angelina, for instance, is bathed in the heavenly light of having a brood of children. That’s no shade to Angelina, either – she didn’t perpetuate that image, the media did.
Live your life, Jen. Fry your own tortillas, enjoy your fiance’s eyeballs and chill child-free, if that’s what you want. I ain’t mad at you.
Special thanks to Evill Beet Gossip
