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In Defense of Jessica Simpson

Unless you completely abstain from watching entertainment TV or looking at mainstream news web sites, it's impossible not to know that Jessica Simpson is pregnant. Very, very pregnant. I find myself wondering if it's her due date every time I see her photo.

Please understand I'm not judging. One thing I have humbly learned is that every woman has a different pregnancy. All kinds of factors play a role. How active are you? How much of an appetite do you have? What number pregnancy is it? Do you really believe the eating for two philosophy?

Simpson has taken flack for several decisions. Her first was wearing sky high heels while sporting a prominent bump. As long as she's not falling down, who cares? Plus, I can totally relate to wanting to appear taller. Taller gives the impression of narrower. It's simple geometry. (I think. I got a C in geometry.) While her feet may hurt, if she wants to suffer for the sake of appearance, let her. I've found myself wearing higher heels for the exact same reason and I'm sticking with it. Teetering or not.

One thing I don't share with Simpson is the desire (or opportunity) to pose nude on the cover of Elle. I'm not offended by her bare belly, nor am I impressed. She's a singer/actress/designer who's managed to market her pregnancy effectively. I do laugh at those who are offended by this display. If you're one of them, I hope you don't see me on the beach in May. Especially since I won't have the benefit of airbrushing.

Then there's the criticism of the $3 million Weight Watchers deal. The backlash on this is particularly odd. People openly criticize her weight gain, which she acknowledged was substantial. So we beat the poor girl up for gaining pregnancy weight and then are annoyed she signs up for WW? For $3 million, there are a lot of worse things I would do than promote WW. Plus, I'm a little tired of Jennifer Hudson. (You look fabulous. We get it. Move on.)

To the critics, I say leave pregnant Jessica Simpson alone. I, for one, am happy to see a celebrity pregnant and dealing with the same misery as us normal people. I also respect someone who actually eats cake at her shower.

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