People reports that subway seats for pregnant women activist Olivia Wilde gave birth to a daughter this past Tuesday. Daisy Josephine Sudekis is her second kid with her fiance, former Saturday Night Live dude Jason Sudekis. They also have a two-year-old son, named Otis Alexander. Daisy is a lovely little name for a girl. Most of all, it’s within the realm of sanity. This is show business. That child could have been cursed with Amish Pantha, Gorgeous Nebula, or Wilderness Aubergine. If celebrity gossip blogging on the weekends doesn’t work out, I could always start some sort of baby naming service for Hollywood hipster parents, huh?
Olivia announced Daisy on Instagram.
“There goes the neighborhood,” Wilde wrote. “Daisy Josephine Sudeikis. Born, like a boss, on #internationaldayofthegirl.”
In a shocking coincidence, my nephew was born this weekend. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother and his wife look so happy. It was mostly due to their beautiful newborn boy, of course, but I also think it was because my sister-in-law is no longer carrying a large human inside of her and my brother is no longer married to a woman carrying a large human inside of her. What I’m saying is that, in the final stages, pregnancy looks like a horrible time for everyone involved. I bring this up because of Olivia’s irritation at someone not offering her ass a seat on the subway. I don’t blame her. Several females have explained pregnancy in graphic detail to me. It sounds like a damn David Cronenberg movie. If I was pregnant, I would get on the subway and expect the entire car to stand up. Don’t they know what women go through? YOU CAN SEE THE BABY KICK FROM THE OUTSIDE. And it’s not like you can run away!