There's a pity party being thrown right now on the Digital Spy Soaps forum about that tramp-stamped male whore TOWIE celebrity Dan Osborne, who was caught off-guard in an interview, for once, telling the truth.
Osborne was asked about his relationship withfellow celebrity fame whore actress Jacqueline Jossa,
THE. WORST. ACTRESS. EVER. TO. APPEAR. IN. EASTENDERS.
... and who replied, to the effect, that he didn't think she was "the one." All well and good, except that Jossa just happens to be the second woman within a year whom he's managed to impregnate.
Their relationship was of an on-off nature for the longest time, and during many of the "off" periors, Osborne was hard (pun intended) at work on (top of) his now ex-girlfriend, filling her with luurrve literally. Then there was the celebrated "off" period where he forsook the gurning girl Jossa to be with the now ex, who'd given birth to his son ...
... until he got bored with nappies and baby stuff enough to get back with Jossa and get her up the duff.
Can you follow that?
Thing is, it's the 21st Century, and women aren't ignorant about birth control methods, even if men are; and this pregnancy looks and smells like an attempt from the spoiled, entitled daughter of a white-collar criminal who embezzled taxpayers' money to pay for her expensive non-education to trap a man into a situation which, fifty years ago, would have resulted in a commitment of some sort.
If that's the case, that proves the stupidity of Jacqueline Jossa.
If it isn't the case, it still proves her stupidity. Did she think that her beauty and celebrity status would make her immune to falling pregnant by someone who's arguably the biggest male slut in Britain today? Surely, she knew his track record. Anyone who'd walk away from the mother of his child to get with another woman before that child could talk, would surely do the same again? Or maybe Jossa thought her fame would stop that, that he'd be content to bask in her shadow in the hopes that some of that so-called "fame" would rub off on him. If it didn't (and it wouldn't), he'd be off to the next unsuspecting ingenue.
And yet there are still people pitying this poor excuse of a bad role model for young women, even moreso because the trash she's lain with threw it all back in her face on her birthday, of all days.
Well, don't.
Because she knew exactly what she was doing. And she won't suffer. EastEnders will be there waiting for her when she drops the kid, and her over-solicitous mother, who lives vicariously through her daughter's fame, will, no doubt, be on hand to take over nannying duties, so Jacqueline will never have to sully her ceramic nails with babyshit and her surgically-enhanced boobs won't lose their shape, nor will her collagen-filled lips have to waste too much expenditure in baby kisses. She'll still be able to do the day job and trip the Z-List celebrity red carpet by night.
She won't know benefit cuts or housing problems. She'll be well provided until the next piece of beefcake comes along or until EastEnders gets a producer who realises the real lack of worth her non-talent envelopes.
And then, I still wouldn't pity her.
You lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas - and my sincerest apologies to dogs.
Osborne was asked about his relationship with
THE. WORST. ACTRESS. EVER. TO. APPEAR. IN. EASTENDERS.
... and who replied, to the effect, that he didn't think she was "the one." All well and good, except that Jossa just happens to be the second woman within a year whom he's managed to impregnate.
Their relationship was of an on-off nature for the longest time, and during many of the "off" periors, Osborne was hard (pun intended) at work on (top of) his now ex-girlfriend, filling her with luurrve literally. Then there was the celebrated "off" period where he forsook the gurning girl Jossa to be with the now ex, who'd given birth to his son ...
... until he got bored with nappies and baby stuff enough to get back with Jossa and get her up the duff.
Can you follow that?
Thing is, it's the 21st Century, and women aren't ignorant about birth control methods, even if men are; and this pregnancy looks and smells like an attempt from the spoiled, entitled daughter of a white-collar criminal who embezzled taxpayers' money to pay for her expensive non-education to trap a man into a situation which, fifty years ago, would have resulted in a commitment of some sort.
If that's the case, that proves the stupidity of Jacqueline Jossa.
If it isn't the case, it still proves her stupidity. Did she think that her beauty and celebrity status would make her immune to falling pregnant by someone who's arguably the biggest male slut in Britain today? Surely, she knew his track record. Anyone who'd walk away from the mother of his child to get with another woman before that child could talk, would surely do the same again? Or maybe Jossa thought her fame would stop that, that he'd be content to bask in her shadow in the hopes that some of that so-called "fame" would rub off on him. If it didn't (and it wouldn't), he'd be off to the next unsuspecting ingenue.
And yet there are still people pitying this poor excuse of a bad role model for young women, even moreso because the trash she's lain with threw it all back in her face on her birthday, of all days.
Well, don't.
Because she knew exactly what she was doing. And she won't suffer. EastEnders will be there waiting for her when she drops the kid, and her over-solicitous mother, who lives vicariously through her daughter's fame, will, no doubt, be on hand to take over nannying duties, so Jacqueline will never have to sully her ceramic nails with babyshit and her surgically-enhanced boobs won't lose their shape, nor will her collagen-filled lips have to waste too much expenditure in baby kisses. She'll still be able to do the day job and trip the Z-List celebrity red carpet by night.
She won't know benefit cuts or housing problems. She'll be well provided until the next piece of beefcake comes along or until EastEnders gets a producer who realises the real lack of worth her non-talent envelopes.
And then, I still wouldn't pity her.
You lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas - and my sincerest apologies to dogs.
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