Cindy Adams is an hilarious old rambling nutcase but at the same time she’s great because she just throws it out there and moves on quickly. No time to dwell, just facts facts facts. Today’s Page Six monologue explodes with sightings of Nicole Ritchie smoking despite the fact that she’s pregnant. Incidentally "explodes" is a really useful word in this instance.
October 29, 2007 -- MOMMY-to-be Nicole Richie. 3:30 p.m. Pony tail, black jeans, waistcoat. Exits DaSilvano with one young girl, one middle-age lady. On the sidewalk, after checking who's at which outdoor tables, she lights up. They jump into a waiting black Caddy Escalade, Nicole into the front seat. Still smoking.
Then Adams goes on to tear into Ritchie for going to restaurants and not eating and smoking.
Three days later, 7:30 p.m., Nobu. For somebody who doesn't eat, she sure frequents lots of restaurants. She's there with the baby in the bun's father. They leave. Outside she lights up again.
The next line is something about how Adams herself went tiger hunting presumably in her own backyard wearing a pith helmet. If she actually did it in the jungle it would be equal parts distasteful and hilarious.
Nicole Ritchie is pretty hard to write about because she’s so fundamentally pointless but when you frame her in Cindy Adams’ inane stunted rambling she almost becomes interesting enough to mention. Clearly, though, Ritchie is simply attempting to keep the kid’s weight down early on in life so it doesn’t have the soul crushing battle with weight she always had. She probably thinks of it as a kind of gift. Plus, Ritchie is looking a little plump and could stand to lose a few pounds at the moment.
I worked with this woman who smoked throughout her pregnancy and she literally once said (through draws on a cigarette), “Yeah, look, after the birth the placenta was black but the kid was ok…”
I never once worried about that kid again after she offered up such reassuring words. [source]