This morning I read the story — and I’m mortified and embarrassed that I did, but at least I’m owning up to it – that Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston are no longer a couple. In fact, it appears as if she called it quits the same day they announced their reunion. That’s not really a surprise.
What I think is so … well, tragic is the only word I can think of is that Bristol obviously doesn’t have someone close to her with any PR savvy to tell her one simple thing. “Stop. Just stop.”
Near the end of the the article I read on the CNN website, Bristol says she is putting her house up for sale. She says she didn’t feel safe there; there are too many photographers and gawkers hanging out in her driveway. Well, that’s what happens when you contribute to your own celebrity. It was just last month when the couple, along with their son, were on the cover of Us Weekly, announcing their reunion. When you keep putting yourself out there, people are going to hover. And let’s face it: It’s at the train-wreck stage now. And folks definitely gawk at those.
She needs someone older and wiser — after all, she’s only 19 — to tell her to be quiet. Stop talking. Just go to work. Come home. Take care of your young son. Make dinner. Do laundry. Watch a little TV or read a book. Go to bed. And shut up. Eventually, those gawkers, those hoverers, will realize there’s nothing more to see, and they’ll move on to something else.
