Gossip today is that Janet Jackson has a secret daughter, now aged eighteen, from her first marriage.
Hey guys, I have four secret children! Oops, my secret's out - well big deal. I seriously doubt there will be an invasion of papparazzi on my doorstep, hounding their every move, asking them personal questions about family and making sure they have a snowball's hope in hell of a normal life.
What exactly do the media mean by 'secret' anyway?
If the family closed ranks, if they all joined in some huge conspiracy to give one person a childhood, a choice; if they whisked one little one away from the fantasy world that surrounded and affected her Uncle Michael so severely, well then Hallelujah for that. Good for them and good for Janet, it must have been tough.
We all grew up as secret children, if secret means free to enjoy privacy, free to feel equal.
Of course there is always the possibility that the 'shock headlines' are being encouraged; that the family has endorsed the release of this information. It could be that, now she's 18, Miss Mini-Jackson fancies taking her own stab at stardom and that the family has engineered her grand entrance. I actually hope thats it - otherwise any plans she had for university or even for starting work at the local supermarket are pretty well scuppered, poor kid. Always assuming she really exists and isn't just another form of exposed breast.
Wouldn't that just speak volumes to the family mindset - exposing physical private parts doesn't renew the career or engender sympathy - lets try exposing something else. Dear God, no.
Time will tell.