Generally, I totally detest celebrity gossip (for so many reasons that I won't even begin to go into them.) And, for some reason, nobody gets me more riled up than Kevin Federline. Every time I see his face on television, I want to throw a rock at the screen. So imagine my reaction when I heard today that K-Fed is promising to not fight his former wife, Britney Spears, for full custody of his kids if she gives him what he wants.
What's his asking price to give up full custody of his kids? $50 million!
According to news reports, KFed turned down Britney Spears’ original $10 million settlement offer, because he wants more cash. KFed is trying to get almost $50 million out of her ass and is using his own kids to get it. Currently, the two are sharing custody of the kids with Britney getting full custody.
Honestly, I just feel bad for the kids. On the one hand, they have a mother who seemingly goes out partying every night, flashing her snatch. On the other hand, their father is trying to use them as leverage to squeeze some more cash out of his ex-wife. Those poor kids are going to need a team of Swedish shrinks sometime in the future.
About MetroDad
I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
