Alright, so Kathy Ireland, the supermodel-turned-business-maven, is suddenly all about finding peace in the Bible after, according to her, wasting years before she found Jesus. Joel 2:25, to be exact. "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten…," blah, blah, blah.
Give me a break.
Eighteen years ago, this verse "landed on her heart," she says. Eighteen years of building a friggin' empire before deciding to publicly lean into the whole "gospel is the core of every decision" thing.
Is it genuine? Maybe. But let's be real: Ireland is no dummy. She knows her brand. She knows her audience. And she damn well knows that slapping a Bible verse on your Instagram is gonna play well with a certain demographic.
And I'm not saying she's wrong for it, offcourse. Capitalism, baby! But spare me the born-again routine. It's business, plain and simple.
She's even using her platform to push a pro-life agenda. I mean, good for her if that's what she believes, but let's not pretend this is some altruistic crusade. It's calculated.
The phrase "lost years" is what really grinds my gears. Lost? She built a multi-million dollar brand. She graced magazine covers. She lived a life most people can only dream of. But because it wasn't bathed in the warm glow of Christianity, it was lost? According to a recent interview, Ireland says God helped her come to peace with her How God Helped This Supermodel Come to Peace With Her ‘Lost Years’ - Movieguide.
That's insulting to everyone who doesn't subscribe to her particular brand of faith.
And the whole "those who have had abortions can find forgiveness and redemption through God" line? Conveniently ignores the very real trauma and complex reasons behind those decisions. It's easy to preach forgiveness when you're not the one facing the consequences.
Wait, am I being too harsh? Maybe. I don't know. I'm just so tired of celebrities using religion as a shield, as a marketing tool, as a way to sell more crap.
I'm reminded of that time I tried to assemble IKEA furniture. I was convinced I was following the instructions, but it ended up looking like a rejected prop from a bad sci-fi movie. Maybe Kathy Ireland thinks she's building something beautiful with her newfound faith. But from where I'm standing, it looks like a pile of particleboard and misplaced screws.
