I’m finding the various drive-by parenting “concerns” about Bindi Irwin interesting following her speech at her father’s memorial service. Oh, the pressure’s too much, she’s too poised (must be in denial, how sad), blah blah blah.
None of us know her, or the family, just because they’re on TV. Her upbringing has been entirely different from the way any of us are bringing up our kids because of the wildlife warrior stuff, away from a normal streetscape and school community but astonishingly rich in other ways. None of the child psychologists pontificating for the papers know her or her family either, and if they had any integrity when journalists ring them up they’d be a bit more honest about their lack of omniscience.
She looks healthy, confident and clever – why can’t people stop breathlessly awaiting her apparently inevitable descent into overstressed madness or at the very least spoiled-brattery? Are people that desperate for the next celebrity sob story?