bad moon rising

I swore I'd never write about celebrities, not here, nor at my personal blog. But since I stirred trouble last week around the web with my post about the tackiness of baby registries, I figured this week I'd focus on something we're all more likely to agree on:  Christina Aguilera's freaky celebri-nursery: Um, what in GOD'S NAME was she thinking when she decided to put that giant moon in there? Apparently it is 11 feet tall. Can you just imagine Xtina reading Goodnight Moon to her tot with that thing rising over the crib? I'm going to guess that when Baby Max gets a little older, he might have a titch of trouble going down for the night.

Even if she got rid of the moon the nursery's still creepy. For one thing, the room is so gigantic it's like a warehouse. And putting that tiny round crib smack in the middle of this cavernous chamber gives me chills. It kind of reminds me of Rosemary's Baby, when Mia Farrow and her devil friends cluster around the circular demon-crib at the end. And then there are those moon and star things on the crib itself. Look closely. Do you see them rising up on, like, pitchforks? Could anything make this scarier? Perhaps the image of flaxen-haired red-lipped Xtina bustling into the room to sing a lullaby in seven octaves to her spawn. I see that little one waving his cloven hoofs adorably at her as she reaches in to pick him up....

Ooooh! Stop me! I'm going to have nightmares tonight.

The truly scariest part? That she could afford to have the nicest possible nursery, filled with anything she fancies. Like this ridiculously adorable toadstool pouffe, for heaven's sake!

p.s. On the subject of scary: For those of you who followed my United Airlines travel nightmare, I must follow up and let you know that United Airlines sent both me and Crabtot $250 in travel vouchers. Vouchers for more travel on UA. So that the horror may continue.

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