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Really J.Lo? You want to sell poor little Max and Emme down the paparazzi river before they can even crawl? I mean, I know you don't need the money. I saw that spread in People where you and Marc A. were prancing around like the richiest rich people in Richtown. And I don't believe your perfumes—I'm sorry, fragrances—need the publicity. I hear in some parts of the world little girls bathe in Glow, just to feel a little closer to your diva-ness.
But my biggest problem with this news—beyond the fact that you might be exploiting your personal life just to hawk a new bottle of scent—is reality TV is the province of D-listers, J.Lo! Did you not hear? You're an A! You dated Diddy when he was kind of badass! You had a memorable sex scene with the Cloon! You were responsible for the total emasculation of a once kind of cute and smart-seeming Oscar winner! You made him kiss your ass on film!
And now, you're swimming with the dregs of reality TV?
Mami, please, no.
[People.com]
