Penelope Cruz Says Breastfeeding Is ‘Addictive,’ But Here Are Some Things That Are Really Addictive
I love Penelope Cruz. I love her accent and her damn beautiful face. I love her husband. I’d like to speak Spanish just so I could communicate with them in their native language while we luxuriate over a long dinner and drink tons of wine. Okay. Now I’m starting to sound a little creepy – but seriously – I love her.
Cruz recently did a photo shoot for Allure, and she discussed the perks of breastfeeding:
Penelope Cruz, here in a cotton Bottega Veneta dress, dug into the soup, Peking duck, and crispy fish she ordered during her Allure interview, saying, “As you can see, we’re not going to talk about diet for this story.” Not the deprivation type, anyway. Cruz, mother of six-month-old Luna, says, “I’m supposed to get extra calories because breast-feeding you burn, like, an extra 500 a day.
Then Cruz added,
I was breast-feeding my son 13 months, and I plan to do the same with my daughter. [Nursing] is addictive. It’s hard when the day comes when you have to stop.
It is hard when the day comes that you have to stop; no more immediate mute button, no more insta-soothe; parenting is so much harder for me when I can’t just throw a boob at the problem. But, although I have a long list of things I find addictive – breastfeeding isn’t on it. Here’s what is though…
American Horror Story: Coven
Holy shit – have you seen this? It’s crossed my mind more than once that I probably would have been burned at the stake if I was alive during the witch hunts. Angela Basset and Jessica Lange sort of make me wish I was an aging witch instead of a mere human.
Cinnamon Altoids
What evil demon concocted these? They’re painful to eat. They really hurt. They border on the “this is not enjoyable anymore” realm – but I still can’t stop popping them in my mouth.
Picking at the pores on my husband’s back.
I can’t stop. Maybe I should have been an aesthetician. Does anyone else pathologically do this to someone in their life?
Cheetos Puffs
Cheetos are disgusting. They’re like edible, disappearing styrofoam dipped in salty “cheeze” product. But there is no way in hell you can eat just one. Ever.
Checking Email
Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. What am I even expecting to appear in this box?
Candy Crush
Candy Crush is a devil app that infiltrated the Mommyish offices when Amanda Layman Low told Eve Vawter to play it. Frances Locke also played. Eve had to delete it from her iPhone because she couldn’t fall asleep without thinking about candy.
Pinterest proves that everything exists – and someone has done it better than you. It’s almost impossible not to get roped into cyber-remodeling your house, cyber-eating cupcakes, or cyber-planning someone’s wedding. I dare you to visit that site without going down the rabbit hole.
(photo: Getty Images)
