I Don't Hate Gwyneth Paltrow

I know, I read the internet. As a working, middle class mom, I am supposed to hate Gwyneth Paltrow.  Apparently, she's arrogant, snooty and out of touch with reality.  She can't even just get a divorce, she even has to go and make that fancy and call it a "conscious uncoupling". 
Except, I don't hate her.  I kind of like her.  The absolute worst I can muster up is "meh" about her newsletter "Goop". 
It seems her biggest sin, this week, is implying that she too struggles as a working mom.  She recently stated in an interview that she intentionally works less because her job in incredibly disruptive to her kids lives. She then (and I am massively paraphrasing here) said that in some ways, moms with traditional jobs have that particular aspect of parenting easier than her, because our jobs have predictable schedules and don't involve us (usually) leaving our kids for weeks at a time.
Here's the thing, Enraged Moms of America, she's kind of right.  Yes, I realize that Ms. Paltrow is handsomely paid for doing a job she loves.  That, in and of itself, makes her incredibly blessed. 
But that job is challenging.  It requires her to spend long hours away from home for weeks or months at a time.  My job has never asked me to do that.  Ever.  I can tell my kids with confidence that I will be home every day no later than 6pm.  She can't necessarily do the same for her kids.
So every time Ms. Paltrow is interested in a job she, just like us, has to stop and think about if this job will disrupt her kids, and if it will be worth it.  Which means, Gwyneth Paltrow, just like us, has had to turn down amazing opportunities, because it wasn't right for her family. 
Furthermore, her job literally depends on her appearance, meaning that she really can't just suck down a Shamrock Shake when she wants.  Her privacy is constantly compromised, as evidenced by the email she sent to her friends asking that they not cooperate with an intrusive article that was being written without her consent.  Not only did she feel she needed to send that email to her friends, she was obviously correct, since one of them forwarded said email to the tabloids.  She even had to construct a public statement explaining her decision to end her marriage. 
It's so easy to pick on her.  What are the odds that she will see this blog?  Pretty slim.  But all the nastiness is building up.  I heard three different radio shows mocking how she announced the end of her marriage.  There is a widget on Facebook that allows you to "Goopify" your relationship status.  The entertainment channels considered her impending divorce "breaking news". Which means, this MOM can't even turn on the radio in her car without chancing that her kids will hear strangers saying really mean things about their mom.
I don't really care that much about Gwyneth Paltrow.  She never calls, never writes.  I don't see my kids sharing a playdate with little Apple or Moses, and I don't really care for Coldplay.  But I do care about women tearing other women down, just for their own amusement.  Why do we, as women, feel the need to do this so often?  This woman has literally done nothing to us, other than recommend we buy some ridiculously overpriced boots and short shorts.  Is that really such a crime that we can have no empathy for a mom who probably feels like she is breaking her kids hearts right now?  Is there so very little going on in our lives that we can spend mental energy speculating if she cheated on her husband, or vice versa?   
What would it really cost us to send a fellow mom, who, no matter how together she may look to us, we know is hurting right now, some kindness? 
So, Gwynnie, if you're reading this, I'm sorry things suck right now.  Chin up.  It gets better.  Your kids will be fine, they will still love you.  Do what's right for you, and try to ignore the noise.  I don't hate you.