I think it’s a logical progression from the degree to which we’ve become competitively obsessed with our children — kids used to be a) taken for granted; and b) used to pull the plough. Now, for many, they are accessories. Cutely dressed, with every possible opportunity and achievement within reach, as parents we focus on how WE are doing in terms of how we are caring for THEM. Did I teach her to sign? Will i enroll her in Mandarin language classes to give her a fighting chance in a post-modern world? Am I good enough?? And just as I cannot stop watching the train wreck that is Lindsay Lohan’s life (both because she used to seem like she had potential to be a good actress, and because she seems so ill-supervised I almost want to adopt her), many tune into celeb pregnancies AND kids because to “see how I’m doing.” Am I dressing my daughter worse than Suri? (yes). Am I taking my child to the playground as much as Gwen Stefani? (No). Did my body snap back to gorgeousness as quickly as Halle Berre’s? (No). Am I giving my daughter the same creative diet as Jessica Seinfeld gives her children? (No). Now, you could argue it’s somewhat sadistic to keep tuning in to find that you suck as a parent — but the good news is that Sharon Stone exists to remind us that we ROCK.