There was a Goop Summit in LA, where people paid $500-$1500 for the privilege of buying Goop merchandise and listening to goofy pseudoscientific quackery.
In the day’s first lecture, Sadeghi spoke for nearly 90 minutes aboutintegrative photosynthesis,spiritual Wi-Fi,laterality to the body,neuro-vegetative signsandthe ontological experience called your life.
He spoke of June 4, 1997, the day Paltrow first reached out, as the most important of his entire life, moreso than his marriage or the birth of his two children. He’s saved every email she ever sent him, and spent half an hour walking the audience through a detailed explanation of Paltrow’s first bloodwork, her then-recurrent urinary tract infections and an ovarian cyst that, he said, threatened to blow out her back. (One of the enduring mysteries of Paltrow’s success as a health and wellness guru is her endless stream of medical ailments.)
Sadeghi went off on some interesting tangents.What makes water wet?he asked, more than once.I nearly got a master’s in electric chemistry asking that question.
He stated that we still don’t know how birds fly, despite the Wright brothers inventing the airplane by observing birds in flight.I am probably one of the most authentic human beings you will ever meet,he said, a pronouncement usually reserved for anyone working a con.
The whole thing was oozing bullshit, but at least it was overpriced luxury bullshit.
What I found most interesting is that Gwyneth Paltrow did an interview on Jimmy Kimmel’s show, and it was incredibly revealing. She knows nothing about the stuff she sells! When asked about various items in the Goop catalog, all she provides is nervous laughter and embarrassed looks and denial.
It’s obvious that she is not a True Believer, so my impression of her intelligence grew a notch. Unfortunately, that means she’s a knowing con artist so my impression of her integrity and honest shrank two notches. I wonder what it’s like to be trapped in a lucrative job that you do not respect?
Actually, I also wonder what it would be like to be trapped in a lucrative job, period.