Michelle Malkin:

…Paltrow just goes jet-setting around the world rehashing her same old bigoted talking points. It’s a useful reminder of what a shallow ingrate the average Hollywood expatriate is. Without all that filthy American money, Gwynnie would still be stuck here in the States known as that miserable blonde girl with a New York mansion who used to be engaged to Brad Pitt–instead of that smug blonde girl with a London mansion married to a moonbat who makes a living trashing the capitalistic society that puts food in their children’s mouths.

You needn’t get angry or incensed. Actually, you really just have to laugh. Most British likely would.

For Ms Paltrow’s opinions on Americans’ so-called lack of intellectual depth and civilized manners are particularly amusing coming from she who supposedly lives in Britain and yet is unable even to grasp what actually constitutes daily life for most in that same Britain. As it is for most Americans, at the end of a typical day that started very early, most British head home from their workplace sullenly and often exhausted on overcrowded, unpleasant trains and buses, or on “congested” roads. Home at last, if they can find the time they may eventually try to sit down and have some dinner, then put the kids to bed, and then fall asleep themselves in front of the TV . . . and the next day the routine repeats itself.

Thus most British families’ Dickens and Chaucer discussions tend to have to wait ’till the weekends. In comparison, Madam’s Britain is not that of an expatriate or immigrant who has to work for a living. It is a “la-la land” where “the help” invisibly waits attentively upon herself and guests at table, while she and those guests engage in suitably witty, elevated dinner party banter. Most British would recognize that lifestyle no more than most other people, except maybe after recalling having seen it in one her films.

As for “Mr Paltrow”, he strums a guitar or something and sings (well, tries to) for a living. In pre-capitalist ye goode olde days, he would have been some wandering minstrel, meandering from town to town, manor to manor, hoping the local lord or some townspeople might toss him a few coins or give him a meal in exchange for his supplying them with some brief entertainment. So his childish views are hardly worth getting excited about either.