Basically, Amy Winehouse has three claims to fame. In ascending order of importance:
- She sings a little better than Fran Drescher, looks a lot worse.
- She’s written a few fairly good songsnot as good as her fans think, but still okay.
- She’s destroying her career, her metabolism, and her life with a mix of everything from crystal meth to animal tranquilizers, either injected between her toes or washed down with enough alcohol to float a battleship.
That last might sound like the sort of issue you’d want to resolve before entering into the trials of parenthood. And the latest reports make the matter sound distinctly unresolved. But Amy and Blake Fielder-Civil, her enabler, co-junkie, and all-around other half, have set out like a couple of Victorian explorers on a journey to the farthest reaches of Denial and decided to solve their problems by having a baby. According to the usual anonymous “friend:”
Amy and Blake really want a child together and they don’t want to wait. They’re trying for a baby and Amy told us she could be expecting…. Amy thinks she might be pregnant because they sh****d all holiday. She really wants a baby and thinks it will help get her life back on track.
Well, that makes sense. After all, motherhood certainly put Britney on the comeback trail. Seriously, the 24/7 care required by a crack baby with an unconventional number of limbs and facial features might be just the thing Amy needs to give her life focus. The two could even make rehab into a sort of mommy/daughter date, since they’ll both be addicted to all the same drugs. Well played, Ms. Winehouse!
