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The juicy bits from Levi Johnston's article in Vanity Fair are now online. The most talked-about excerpt is sure to be that Sarah Palin wanted to keep Bristol's pregnancy a secret:
Sarah told me she had a great idea: we would keep it a secret—nobody would know that Bristol was pregnant. She told me that once Bristol had the baby she and Todd would adopt him. That way, she said, Bristol and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Sarah kept mentioning this plan. She was nagging—she wouldn’t give up. She would say, “So, are you gonna let me adopt him?” We both kept telling her we were definitely not going to let her adopt the baby. I think Sarah wanted to make Bristol look good, and she didn’t want people to know that her 17-year-old daughter was going to have a kid.
Levi's credibility is dubious at best, and it's about time to move on from Palin's potentially sordid personal life. If she does remain in politics, the constant attention to her Alaskan circus is only going to distract people from her lack of knowledge about, well, everything. Levi's continual spilling is actually making me vaguely sympathetic to Palin, especially since he gleefully points out to Vanity Fair that Sarah "doesn’t cook." No female Governor has time to come home and cook her kids dinner every night. I'm over it.
Photograph of Levi Johnston by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images.
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I’m with you, Jessica. Is there really anything left to say about Levi Johnston and the endless mean-spirited dirt he is willing to dish? His new Vanity Fair as-told-to piece leaves no stereotype behind, trashing Sarah Palin as a crap mother, cook, hockey mom, wife, and governor all in one go. And in the way of narcissists everywhere, he also makes himself the modest hero of the Palin clan—grilling meat for their half-starved children; teaching poor Sarah to shoot a gun. But wait. There’s more. Because according to Levi:
When Sarah got home from her office—almost never later than five and sometimes as early as noon—she usually walked in the door, said hello, and then disappeared into her bedroom, where she would hang out. Sometimes she’d take an hour-long bath. Other times she sat on the living-room couch in her two-piece pajama set from Wal-mart—she had all the colors—with her hair down, watching house shows and wedding shows on TV.
So Palin, you see, isn’t just a terrible governor, mother, and wife. She’s also Mrs. Roper!
Photograph by Getty Images.
