Actually, I’m sure she’ll leave the cap busting to her husband. But Paltrow has nonetheless taken to recording her encounters with overly aggressive photographers in an effort to keep herself and her daughter safe.
“If I have my daughter in the car and they are making me nervous, I’ll do whatever I have to do.
“I keep a whole log. I take pictures of their cars, write down license plate numbers, everything. If they do it again, I can go to the police. I know my rights, and believe me, I will have them arrested. I will stop at nothing.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that’s actually quite a rational approach to dealing with the paparazzi. And I understand Paltrow’s frustration because there used to be this obsessed lady that would follow me everywhere and take pictures. I’m sitting there, using the potty for the first time, and there she is, the pervert, just snapping away. I’m blowing out the candles at my seventh birthday party, I turn around, and she’s already gotten through, like, a roll of film. Then one night she took some embarrassing photos of me at my elementary school graduation, and I had finally had enough. So after she and my dad drove me home, I took down her license plate number and totally called the cops on her. Ugh, psycho.