We usually like to stick to outsourcing fluff on this blog, but once in a while we’ll report on real news as well. You know, stuff about India that actually makes the US media (besides nuclear weapons).

Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are going to adopt an Indian baby. You know what? I can put aside sarcastic hang-ups and live with that. Maybe even respect it.

Besides, they’ve already scored a Cambodian and an Ethiopian…this addition should round out the Benetton commercial nicely. Put ‘em in some brightly colored polo shirts and snap away some smiley pictures.
But, then I have to go and read this:

According to the source, whether they end up choosing a boy or a girl, “they’d like to name the child India to honour its homeland”.

India? India? You can’t even pick a state or something? Call it Tamil-Nadu, that has some hyphenated appeal! Or name the precious little thing Punjab…she’ll have a similarly named playmate. Maybe make the paparazzi check their spelling a few times and call the baby Thiruvananthapuram. But, India? If you really want to honor our homeland, name it this, this, or maybe even this.

Come on, Angelina. I know you haven’t been feeling too well, but you used to wear a vial of your husband’s blood around your neck. That was creepy, but definitely creative. What happened?

On the same subject, Manish Vij has a great Rushdie citation over at his blog.