Gwenie Gwenie Gwenie. Why couldn’t you have married Brad and lived happily ever after with your genetically blessed golden-haired children? But alas, you didn’t… and now here we are. Surrounded in controversy over your most recent business venture.
The scandal broke out after attendees who paid in excess of Australian $8000 to attend Gwyneth Paltrow’s UK Wellness Summit in London were left feeling as if they were in the middle of a ‘weekend-long Goop (Paltrow’s natural health company) sales pitch’ .
Not only were paid attendees allegedly subjected to constant up selling but Paltrow did little to endear herself with one attendee telling Page Six of The New York Post that: “Gwyneth acts like she’s a health goddess, but actually she’s a pretentious, greedy extortionist. She had a ton of security . . . She was unapproachable. She did the minimum — a few fireside chats with Twiggy and Penelope Cruz, then she put on her Birkenstocks and snuck out . . . I was a huge fan of Gwyneth; now I feel like I have lost my faith in God.”
You see Gwyneth is a brilliant actor. She’s been in a tonne of movies that have grossed into the billions, but is she a health care expert? I’m not sure so. I haven’t had that close a look. She may well be. Like the rest of us mere mortals, she may have the credentials to back up the advice she is so readily giving out. She may have degrees and expertise in a whole host of areas or if she doesn’t then she may employ people who do. But in the case of her recent health retreat, I can’t help thinking that many of the people who attended were willing to pay for the ‘star’ factor and when they didn’t receive it they felt left down. They may have, and I’m taking poetic license here because I’ve done it many times too, imagined themselves talking to Gwenie, catching up on the goss, doing yoga, pilates and drinking skinny lattes together. Thinking that they will exchange emails and be life long buddies. She’ll visit me and I’ll spend the summer with her sipping champagne in The Hamptons and I’ll become besties with her all besties too. Kate, Stella, Jenny, just to name a few….But crash bang, uh oh…here’s reality….and here’s the thing. That ain’t gonna happen even for the pricey sum of $A8000. So next time, I’d suggest that if you do in fact want to get close to Gwyneth, kick back, stay at home, crack open a green juice and rent one of her movies. You’ll save yourself $7990 in the process.
 www.news.com.au reprinted with permission from The New York Post