Let's call it Pregnancy Tourette's, shall we?
Halle Berry, in a fit of inappropriate, hormone-charged giggles, recently made what most people would consider to be an anti-Semitic joke. But whereas most pregnant women fall prey to the evils of pregnancy brain in the privacy of their own home - at worst, in the company of in-laws - poor Halle was beset by the affliction on television. On The Tonight Show. In front of Jay Leno.
She's very sorry, of course. She didn't mean it. Of course she didn't - we all know that. She's no Mel Gibson, and, in any case, she's not in her right mind. Hormones have addled her brain and given her the judgment of a twelve-year old boy jacked up on Kool Aid. We can and should tsk tsk at the lapse in judgment - it was a very unfortunate lapse in judgment - but really, she deserves our sympathy more than anything else.
Pregnancy Tourette's, people. it's bad shit. We should start a fund or something - you know, for a cure. Wear ribbons or rubber bracelets or maybe t-shirts. Host a run. Who's with me?
