Here’s yet another reason why Levi Johnston should not have taken his clothes off for those nude Playgirl photos. (As if the ick factor alone wasn’t enough.) Former girlfriend and baby momma Bristol Palin wants her cut from all that money Levi Johnston has been making from his ‘modeling’ and media-whoring.
Bristol Palin, daughter of former vice-presidential hopeful Sarah Palin, is suing Levi Johnston for child support. Palin claims Johnston hasn’t given her nearly enough money to help support their son Tripp. She claims her former beau earned over $105,000 in 2009 through “various media interviews and modeling related activities,” including that nude Playgirl spread in December.
Palin wants Johnston to pay her $1,750 a month in child support from his entertainment earnings. She claims Johnston has only forked over $4,400 to support his son so far. Johnston’s manager, Tank Jones, says Bristol Palin is lying and claims his client has paid his baby momma more than $10,000 since Tripp was born.
We think Bristol Palin may be setting her sights just a bit too high in trying to wrangle nearly $2,000 a month out of Levi Johnston. After all, how long can he really keep peddling his 15 minutes of fame to keep paying the bills? Being famous for not practicing safe sex and knocking up a teenager isn’t really a long-term career.
Bristol Palin, daughter of former vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin, wants sole custody of her son with ex-boyfriend Levi Johnston. Bristol Palin filed for sole custody of Tripp in November, but the case was originally registered using pseudonyms to prevent an “onslaught of media” in the custody battle. The custody filing came to light after a Superior Court judge ruled against keeping the court proceedings closed.
Levi Johnston, Bristol Palin’s ex-boyfriend, wanted the court custody proceedings to be public. “I feel more comfortable in a public courtroom which will help everyone stay civil and be on their best behavior,” Johnston said in a press statement.
In addition to sole custody, Bristol Palin also wants child support and a ban on Johnston’s mother visiting with their son without supervision. Sherry Johnston was arrested earlier this year on drug charges.
Levi Johnston, who recently appeared in a racy nude photo shoot for Playgirl, wants shared custody of son Tripp and denies he has avoided his parental responsibilities.
Either way it shakes out, we just can’t help feel bad for the kid. But if poor Tripp does end up getting to stay with Mom and Grandma Palin, at least he’ll get to see Russia from his house.
Levi Johnston, the father of Sarah Palin‘s grandson Tripp, is cashing in on his questionable fame by starring in a new commercial for Wonderful pistachios. What we can’t get is why anyone would think this is a good idea.
19-year-old Levi Johnston landed in the media spotlight for knocking up Bristol Palin, daughter of former vice-presidential candidate and Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin. So, basically, he got famous for getting a teenager pregnant because he was too cool to use a condom. Then he dragged out his fame by breaking up with Bristol Palin and leaving her an unwed mother. After that, he stretched out his 15 minutes even longer by trashing Sarah Palin and her family in the media in exchange for cash. All because he couldn’t be bothered to practice safe sex.
For some reason, the advertising creators for Wonderful pistachios thought this was a really funny story and they should make fun of it by using Levi Johnston to sell their product on TV. In the commercial, Johnston stands surrounded by paparazzi, waiting for permission from his bodyguard to eat his nuts. When he puts his mouth on the pistachio, a narrator proclaims: “Now Levi Johnston does it with protection!”
First of all, equating eating pistachios with a subliminal image of Levi Johnston boinking Sarah Palin’s daughter is gross. Secondly, elevating a teenage redneck to semi-celebrity status for getting another teenager pregnant and then mocking her family in public is reprehensible.
So, in conclusion: Wonderful pistachios, we don’t want Levi Johnston’s nuts anywhere near us – and we certainly don’t want yours either.