Sorry, just had to laugh about this one… a recent New York Times article harshly examined the skepticism that has been generated by Gwyneth Paltrow’s lifestyle site, Goop.com.

Although Gwyneth reportedly refused to speak to the NY Times while the reporter, Bob Morris, was writing the article–with her publicist Stephen Huvane stating that it would be “’premature’ to discuss her lifestyle ventures,” for the purpose of the piece, it seems as though Gwynie has decided to peel back some of her silence about her internet project.

Speaking to People at a benefit in NYC for Bent On Learning, Gwyneth said, “I think the people who are criticizing it or criticizing the idea of it, don’t really get it, because if they did, they would like it.”

Paltrow went on to defend the validity of her website by commenting, “My friends call me all the time to say, ‘Where should I go?’ or ‘What should I do?’ And I thought, you know maybe some other people would be interested in it as well, so I started it, and it’s doing great.”

Oh if I had a dime for every time I heard someone say that…

What do you think of GP’s site, Goop.com? A waste of digital space, or a valuable new source of information?

In related news, Robert Downey Jr. thinks of Chris Martin every time he reaches for a muffin.

…don’t ever make me watch the Jonas Brothers perform with Stevie Wonder ever again. It’s just too painful.

…watching a uber pregnant M.I.A. perform alongside T.I., Jay-Z, and Lil’ Wayne, was awesome. She is possibly the coolest woman in music EVER.

…make all of Coldplay wear the same purple outfits that Will Champion was wearing.

…keep giving Jennifer Hudson awards for her amazing singing, but make it a stipulation that she’s not allowed to wear outfits that cover her face anymore. (Luckily her makeup was gorgeous.)

…Katy Perry should not be allowed to perform anywhere, let alone as Chiquita Banana.

…Alison Krauss and Robert Plant doing “Rich Woman” = fantastic. It kinda was like this:

…don’t ever allow Gwyneth Paltrow to present again dressed up as a gold disco ball. Especially when she’s wearing some throwaway shiny tights from some high school cheerleader conference. Especially when she’s salivating over Radiohead. (Are you trying to make her British-obsessed lady boner explode? Granted, it’s hard to say who was more excited, her or her Radiohead-worshiping husband.)

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