Bristol Palin is engaged to get married, and I wish her and her fiance the best of luck.
It doesn’t matter that she got drunk at a party recently, punched a guy in the face several times, and made a total fool of herself while she left her 6 year old (or was he 5?) in the car. Plenty of girls might have done that.
It doesn’t matter that, when her mother was running for vice president and preaching family values all over the place, she was an unmarried pregnant teenager and practically the poster child for Republican hypocrisy.
It doesn’t matter that her mother’s politics are totally crazy whackadoodle. Her fiance probably isn’t exactly a liberal, either. As long as neither one of them ever goes into politics, it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that she’s a crappy dancer and a worse actress.
I’m sure she’s a good enough dancer in a social setting, and half of the good actresses have bad marriages, so that might be just as well, actually.
It doesn’t matter that she’s had plastic surgery. I’m not sure if it helped her or hurt her, actually, but it seems new boyfriend is pleased with her appearance, and that’s all that matters.
Of course, we’ll have to wait and see if it actually happens. She was engaged to Levi, twice, and that never worked out.
But this time might likely be different. She’s 24 now, and probably ready.
I wish them long life and happiness. And privacy. Please, please let them have lots and lots of privacy.
p.s. His name is Dakota Meyer, so her name will be Bristol Meyer.