In the upcoming October issue of Vanity Fair, 19-year-old Levi Johnston, the most famed-for-mere-sperminating figure in pop culture since K.Fed, poses glamorously — and drops some Wasilla bombs on his baby’s grandma, former Republican VP candidate Sarah Palin.
Among his quotables? That Sarah “walked around the house pouting” after her loss; that “there wasn’t much parenting in [the Palins'] house. Sarah doesn’t cook, Todd doesn’t cook—the kids would do it all themselves: cook, clean, do the laundry, and get ready for school.” And that Sarah repeatedly offered to adopt his and her daughter Bristol’s baby because “she didn’t want people to know that her 17-year-old daughter was going to have a kid.”
You’ll be hearing these and other tidbits from the interview all throughout the media for the next few days, no doubt. But do you want to?
Is the fascination with the former Alaskan governor and her family — specifically, the tabloid aspects of her personal life, and the tangential figures in it — exhausted at this point, or do you want more?
And more importantly, in the words of my colleague Margaret Lyons, “Can we include a poll: How many months until Levi has a dating show on VH1? (Loving Levi? Levi Spouse? Will the tagline be ‘I’m sorry, but I’m asking you to leave…eye?’)”
See the piece dissected and digested by MSNBC, below, and tell us what you think:
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