There is much focus as of late on one Bristol Palin, and her teen pregnancy. I have several thoughts on it, but mostly - I feel for her. She's 17 years old, her mother was just nominated for the Vice Presidency of our country, and she's been tossed into the public eye at a time when she is most vulnerable. Her mother was right in confirming her daughters' pregnancy; I feel there weren't many other options. She could lie about it, and watch it blow up in her face. Or she could confirm it, and go about dealing with the horrible commentary and words that would be spoken about it, not to mention the looks given in her direction.
I have been where Bristol Palin is now. Being 17 and pregnant with not one blessed clue what you're doing is terrifying. Of course, I had a different outcome with mine. I can only imagine what it has to be like to be planning out your future in the spotlight. Planning out your pregnancy, your marriage, your life - all while the entire country watches. It's an entirely different kind of celebrity. No matter what she does now, she will be scrutinized, and watched. Many are comparing her to the likes of Jamie Lynn Spears. Let's be real here - this girl is no Jamie Lynn. She has her head on her shoulders, not up her ass. She was raised by a woman who cares more about her childrens' futures, than about how much money they can make this month. There is simply no comparison.
She has the right to choose how to plan her own future. I applaud her for her decision to raise her baby and do the 'right' thing. I would applaud her for choosing otherwise as well though, whether it be abortion or adoption. She is a woman, and as such has and deserves the right to choose.
I only hope that the scrutiny dies down. Let her enjoy her pregnancy, and her newborn. Let her mother do her political campaign, and leave her daughter home in Alaska to plan her wedding and her baby shower. She deserves, at the least, that much.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...

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