Gwynnie P is down with the struggle, comrades.
She may make $19 million a year, own mansions in London, New York, Brentwood, Malibu and the Hamptons, charge $550 for her Goop.com “travel backgammon set,” and fly by private jet, but she feels your pain.
OK, it’s not as painful as her last $5,200 Thermage session in Santa Monica, but still, she really, really does feel the agony of the ordinary.
Last week, the progressive princess celebrity joined the “SNAP challenge.” It’s basically the ice bucket challenge for bored Hollywood liberals and media-hungry Democratic politicians. For seven days (or at least for an hour or two after they publish their announcements to Twitter and Facebook), the bleeding hearts play “poor” by subsisting on a faux welfare budget.
Paltrow was invited to join the poverty voyeurism racket by her good friend Chef Mario Batali — last seen eating his way through Spain with G-Pally for a 13-part PBS TV series. What, you don’t have a chef bestie to motor around in a Mercedes with across Galicia and Cordoba as you savor almejas, salmorejo and flamenquines?