Or, at least, she says she’s not the one represented in the press. The Nadya Suleman who appeared on Oprah this week said that Octomom is the ‘complete antithesis‘ of who she is ‘as a person and who I represent‘. But to tell you the truth, after watching clips of the show, I’m not sure what to think about Nadya Suleman and who she is and what she represents. Is she really that misunderstood?
Oprah’s crew spent 24 hours with Nadya and her 14 children and just watching the first clip made my head hurt. I’m sorry, it just looked like mayhem in her home. I love children, but no way. Of course, I say this while assuming that this is what she signed up for when she purposely got pregnant for the seventh time, with the help of a fertility specialist, which is maybe not fair, but still.
*adjusts judgy mcjudgerson hat*
In the second clip she was interviewed by Oprah, and Nadya claims in that interview she does the things that she does (like a bikini photo shoot for a gossip mag) to feed her children and to survive. But I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she decided to get pregnant (on purpose, with a fertility specialist) after already having six kids while being single and that she thought at any point that it was a good idea. Not that a single person isn’t capable of raising six+ kids but hey, support: both the ability and having some, it’s a good thing. And Nadya, she doesn’t seem to have a lot of it in place, so, WHY?
Granted, I get that she really loves kids but hey, I love kids too. I also know that I can’t support (to quote Nadya) a ‘litter’ of them by myself. Am I the only one who cringed when she referred to her last pregnancy as a ‘litter’?
I know, I really don’t know who she is or what her situation really is all about AND I know I shouldn’t get all judgmental but seriously, this woman just gives me hives. I’m not a enthusiastic Oprah fan but I whole heartedly agreed when O said in response to Nadya’s rambling rant about how no one knows the truth about her, ‘the truth is you gotta lot of work on your hands.’
Damn straight O, fourteen times over.