Over the course of a century or so, our culture has evolved from a close-lipped Victorian approach to sharing personal information to the no-holds barred style embodied in the facebook status update.
I know you've seen them:
"Just had some killer Indian food. Hot as hell. I'm already belching up flames and I know my guts will be paying for this tomorrow, but it was GOOD."
"Don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like mine?" (This type is usually posted with photos of said boyfriend, briefly clad.)
"The stick turned blue! We're pregnant!"
I'm oh-so-glad that the days are gone when women disappeared from society at the fourth month and reappeared six months later, babe in arms. Not only are pregnant women beautiful, they're human, and forcing them to hide was cultural cruelty. Still, I think it's a little unseemly when a celebrity invites photographers to focus on her "baby bump" (I really dislike that phrase) while she wears a dress designed specifically for this photo shoot and cradles that bump seductively in her hands. As I think about it, my discomfort with this has nothing to do with maternity and sexuality. It has everything to do with using those personal and sacred things to get attention and to make money. It makes me wonder whether there are female celebrities out there who calculated the value of the media coverage of Beyonce's baby bump and then consciously set out to get some bumps for themselves.
Consider this a plaintive plea to people who assuredly don't care what I think:
Have some dignity, please.