It started with a curious item in Page Six about a couple of months ago. Benjamin Millepied, Natalie Portman’s fiancé and baby father, was supposedly “obsessed” with her on the set of Black Swan, where they fell in love. He stopped at nothing to have her. He ignored everyone else to be close to her, including a longtime girlfriend…

The implication then was that Millepied is a golddigger, determined to get ahead. And the recent New York Times profile on him does nothing to dispel that reputation.

It’s The New York Times.

It’s not some gossip rag.

And The New York Times did NOT kiss Mr Portman’s ass. In fact, The New York Times presented a picture of a man thought by some to be exceptionally talented, and others to be a mildly talented opportunist with a gift for fundraising, especially since he’s handsome (to some) and has a French accent which, apparently, is an asset when asking for money from old rich society ladies.


The Smutty World of Ballet.

This is the Ultimate Girl Sh-t.

Then again, if you don’t want The New York Times to get real on your ass, maybe you don’t f-ck around with their reporter…?

I repeat, it’s THE NEW YORK TIMES.

And what does Benjamin do? He commits to an interview sometime between 3pm and 7pm. The journalist wanders aimlessly around Tribeca for hours, until Benjamin sends a text with word that he’s busy, he has to bail. They reschedule. He doesn’t bother to show. After an hour he sends another text. He decided to go to dinner instead. A phone call is finally set up at midnight.

Who the f-ck are you?

Lateness happens. Lateness without notice is inexcusable. But if you’re a choreographer, balancing several projects, conducting a series of moving parts that are supposed to play together seamlessly, I expect you to be able to manage your time. And you can make a phone call. You can let the other person know. In the absence of an extenuating circumstance, not letting the person know is a character flaw. The message is that your time is more important than theirs. That your schedule is more important than theirs. That YOU are important than them.

On the most basic level, this is rude. At a deeper level, this is selfish.

You could say this is a journalist with an axe to grind. I would say this is a journalist who was given the sense that there was something more…and decided to dig a little deeper. That’s actually his JOB. It’s what happens in the real world too. Go to a job interview, give some sketchy answers, and your prospective employer will call up some references, ask a few probing questions. Why should it be any different just because Benjamin Millepied proposed to Natalie Portman?

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if you’ve not read The New York Times article. You’ll LOVE the sly implication that he’s much better at whispering compliments in exchange for a donation than he is at designing a dance routine.

Also attached – Natalie Portman yesterday with a big baby belly in LA yesterday. I’m no pregnancy expert but that looks like it’s happening soon. To be honest, it’s not my favourite thing in the world to post photos of pregnant women. I do it here though because Portman claims to hate the paps. And for the most part, she’s not as famewhorey as, say, someone like Rachel Bilson. But these photos were also posted on the very celebrity friendly And Portman regularly talks to People Magazine. And I’m just saying, if you really want to make a point about not being papped, especially during your pregnancy, why not boycott the publications that purchase those photos?

Publications like People pay the highest premiums for pap shots. That’s where the paps make the most money. Wouldn’t it make more sense if you cut off their funding? Or is that not really where the real problem is rooted? It’s not so much that the photos get taken, the real problem is rooted in what you actually SAY about them. I’m ok with having my picture taken if it’s accompanied by some flattering comments.

Frankly, you can’t have it both ways.

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