Bruce Willis and Demi Moore's 3 Daughters Say They Take Baths Together

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Looking at things from a distance (in my case, from about 3,000 miles away, it's always seemed like having two celebrities for parents would be a pretty sweet way to grow up. Where your life would be all Beverly Hills mansions, limos, private schools, parties at your house filled with famous, glamorous people, private jets to exclusive vacation spots, all the free drugs you could ask for, and the power to threaten to have the servants deported if they don't regard your every wish as their command. 

Who wouldn't want that life? With all due respect to my own parents who worked for the phone company, you can count me in for a slice of that American dream. That pie in the entertainment industry sky. As the legendary Steely Dan put it, "Show business kids making movies of themselves/ You know they don't give a fuck about anybody else." Where do I sign up? 

But then again, perhaps it's not all it's cracked up to be. For every Hollywood Nepo Baby who enjoyed a life of privilege and ended up in life's end zone because they were born on the 1-yard line, there's probably a half dozen who wound up in rehab, with their mugshot splashed across the screen in an E! True Hollywood Story, or wrapped around a tree. 

So be careful what you wish for. Growing up famous can have its drawbacks, too. Especially if your mom and dad are nothing short of Hollywood Royalty. People who started in television before seamlessly transitioning into movies to star in some of the biggest blockbusters and critically acclaimed films over a span of decades, like Bruce Willis and Demi Moore. So the fact they managed, despite all that attention, to raise three healthy, productive, well-adjusted daughters is a credit to both of them.

But. …

But that depends on how narrow your definition of "well-adjusted" is. Because Show Biz Kid normal is not everybody's idea of normal:

Source - Rumer Willis isn’t ashamed of her family’s bond. …

“It’s not going to last forever,” Rumer, 36, revealed on the What in the Winkler? podcast April 1. “Honestly… I still sleep in bed with my mom. And I don’t think it’s weird.”

Rumer admitted that her family’s unconventional ways may not work for others. However, she and sisters Scout, 33, and Tallulah, 31, don’t let it bother them and still have a close bond as adult women.

“We all still take baths together, my sisters and I,” she added. “And that’s just the kind of house that I grew up in. People may think that’s crazy and weird but I don’t.”

"Crazy"? "Weird"? Sharing a bed with your mom in your 30s and climbing into a bathtub with your naked siblings? What's so odd about that? Why would anyone question three consenting sisters for getting bollocky and climbing into the suds together? 

I guess my short answer is, because it's crazy and weird. I'm not going to pretend my sainted mom didn't send three of us into the bath together, to save her time and money. But the three were me, my brother Jim, and Mr. Bubble. 

Because I was 3, Jimbo was 5, and she was too busy taking care of our other brothers and sister to worry about any concept of privacy or modesty. By the time one of your kids is kindergarten age, the only excuse to give group tubbies is if they happen to be conjoined twins. 

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But to repeat, in case I hadn't made the distinction clear, our mother was not, in fact, Demi Moore. She was built for function, not for form. She not only didn't star in a movie called Strip Tease, she would've covered my eyes if we drove by a theater with the title on the marquee. One times she took us to a Drive In, and the PG movie they were showing had brief, full frontal nudity. (It was a different time in America.) And without saying a word, she tossed her lung dart out the window, put the speaker back on the post, and drove home in silence. 

My point being that we were raised to believe that all basic human biological functions are perfectly natural. And should all be regarded with the same amount of shame and embarrassment. That includes sitting around in a soapy tub watching your siblings wash their coin purses while their racks are staring you in the face. 

I'm not saying her approach was any better. Maybe I'd be better off with a little bit less Irish Catholic guilt and modesty. Who knows, if GI Jane raised us, we'd all be perfectly comfortable taking a nice soak with our genitalia flopping around in the suds. But that very thought is so horrible, I'll just be grateful to have grown up in a working class suburb of Boston where we were spared that kind of degradation. I prefer my own kind of crazy and weird, thanks.