I was reading about Sarah Palin’s teenage daughter, seventeen years old, five months pregnant, and about to marry. Throughout all the media flurry of a Republican right wing candidate’s – shock horror – daughter up the duff, but she’s getting married so it’s ok, I haven’t heard what Bristols (?) herself thinks. And nor will I. I’ve looked at the photo of the Palins’ all, beaming and gleaming like a Mormon dental convention, and it reminded me of those ghastly pics you’d see of a conservative politician who’d just been caught shagging a topless dancer, so a hastily arranged ‘happy family hanging over the garden gate’ photoshoot would be arranged. “Smile Mrs Politician! Yeah I know you’ve been humiliated in front of millions but keep that rictus grin a-comin’!”
If it’s Bristol Palin’s choice to have the baby and get married, well good for her. Only a wishy washy liberal would suggest it might be something she’s been pressurised into. Because I don’t know about having a baby or an abortion at seventeen but I certainly think it’s far too young to get married.
On another note – I’m going to be teaching creative writing at the Open University next term. Husband keeps making remarks about black stockings and mortar boards. Honestly . . . .