I know I wrote about Bristol Palin’s new book “Not Afraid of Life: My Journey So Far” just a few days back, but I’ve been reading a few more excerpts. Holy shit on a cracker, this girl can’t possibly think she’s doing anything to polish her image by publishing this, can she? Can she?
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Well, she probably thinks she can, since that’s generally the reason for writing books like this. Or perhaps she thinks the increased notoriety will be enough to sell copies and boost ratings for her new reality series. But her “career” at the moment sort of depends on her being viewed as a moral and upright person, and this book does not portray that.
From her wild overreaction to some friendly Mom talk from Cindy McCain to her belief that she actually deserved her 3rd place finish on dancing with the stars, she truly seems to be delusional.
From the way she talks about her school days, it becomes clear that she is really, really hard to get along with. There are frequent fallings-out, flame wars and feuds. It seems that the one word which people who know her use to describe her most is “bitch.”
From her discussions of family life, we learn that the insanity in the Palin clan runs deeper and wider than we thought. There are tales of Crazy Uncle Mike, who likes tazing and terrorizing the younguns, and calling High School girls cunts.
The exchange with Cindy McCain went down like this.
While they were waiting together at Minneapolis airport, around the time of the Republican National Convention, Cindy pulled Bristol aside and said “Bristol, I have three things I want to tell you,” she said. “I just want you to know that I want to be one of the first people to hold your baby. Also, I want to go to your wedding when it comes together, and lastly, […] John and I want to be godparents of your child.”
Bristol, apparently not understanding the concept of godparents, freaked. As she writes in her book, “I had just met her, and I wondered why she wanted any type of guardianship over my child.”
Now, here’s the part I don’t understand. Bristol didn’t write this book, at least not alone. That would be silly. So, there’s this co-writer, this Nancy French lady, who supposedly knows a thing or two about stringing words together. Couldn’t she take Bristol aside and say “Look. You can’t write this, even if it’s the truth, because you sound like a complete moron.”
Actually, I suppose she couldn’t. And therein lies the tragedy.
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