update: octomom must remain famous in order to feed babies.
in some deranged, completely twisted way it’s like octomom is forcing american pop-voyeurism to pay child support. perhaps that is not so insane a concept. one could argue that the current, reality-tv-inspired-fame-whoring of america (that cruel two-faced jokester which may well have cut loose that balloon last month) did indeed lend it’s seed (or 8) to octomom so she could be famous and sell magazines for a cheap get-me-off.
and now the jokester pays the price for a reckless, drunken one night stand: unless pop culture carves out a permanent paycheck for her through TV, books, movies, magazines, etc there’s no way for her to support the babies we mistakenly made in our train-wreck oggling, don’t-look-away-while-the-crazy’s-good fling.
should have worn a damn condom. but i guess it wouldn’t have felt as good at the time, eh?
