So today at work, I spent an unusual amount of time tracking the Levi Johnston/Bristol Palin engagement. Really? Them? Engaged? But didn’t he spill to Vanity Fair about how much her mother sucks? Should she really be marrying this boy/man/baby daddy? Is it for the good of the child? Or because it’s hard to get laid in Alaska? From what I hear there are men everywhere in that state. I asked the only Alaskan I know if the place is wall to wall fishing hunks and she replied, “the odds are good, but the goods are odd.”
And that pretty much sums up Levi Johnston, but something about me just finds him soooo entertaining. He was incredibly convincing on the campaign trail as some sort of bad boy zamboni driver, but what really won me over was his Playgirl pictorial. And here I thought the mag was going out of business, but then Levi hits the pages and the glossy is the talk of the town. I’m all for more women’s nuddie rags (empowerment you know) so if Levi is helping keep my feminist dream alive, I’m all for his Alaskan bod gracing the pages.
Everyone is saying now that Levi’s wifying Bristol is so he can cash in on Palin inc. Is this true? Probably. All I know is that the making (or unmaking) of Levi Johnston inspires really entertaining smut for me to read in line at the supermarket. Screw Spencer Pratt, I’ll take Levi and his love of taking it off and talking too much. Can’t wait to see what he does next!