Thursday, May 11, 2006

I'm Mad At Melissa



Back in January, I made an open offer to several celebrities to help them with any future desires to reproduce. It seems that Melissa Etheridge, who is about to become a father for the third time, snubbed me for some anonymous stud (in the broadest sense of the word) that earned a few extra bucks for what he probably would have gotten around to doing eventually anyways. At least David Crosby didn’t get the call again.

Melissa’s second wife, Tammy Lynn Michaels, is pregnant with twins, neither of which will have any genetic material in common with me. I mention that Melissa is the father because in my mind the mother is the person that carries a growing mass of tissue for nine months until it eventually either gets pushed through the vagina like a cantaloupe through a toilet paper tube or sliced out with Ginzu-like precision leaving a smiley-faced scar as a momento. The mass of tissue will then start breathing, grow-up to be a teenager, and become completely ungrateful for all the effort put out for it.

The father’s job on the other is to have his hand squeezed in a vice-grip and ineffectually lead the breathing exercises between the screams for more Pitocin. Fathers must also endure years of reminders that they have no idea about the pain and difficulty of childbirth despite having the best view of the whole process of anybody in the room. Fathers also get reminded that they had the fun part of the job, even when it’s been sub-contracted out to a turkey baster.

These rough guidelines get hopelessly muddled by adoption, in vitro fertilization, surrogate birth mothers and the myriad other forms of forming a family. Still, Tammy has conceded that Melissa is the breadwinner, which in the traditional scheme of things makes her the daddy.

Second marriages are the triumph of hope over experience but few people fault Melissa for the break-up with Julie Cypher, the mother of her first two kids. There is clearly no statute of limitations on re-declaring your sexual orientation. Besides, rock stars are supposed to keep the arm candy young and trade down in age every now and then.

Melissa as a rocker cites Janis Joplin and Bruce Springsteen as her idols. I just worry a little that she may also be emulating Rod Stewart, if not musically, at least romantically. Julie was three years Melissa’s junior (and roughly my age). Tammy is a good thirteen years younger. It would be like me landing Liv Tyler (or Orlando Bloom, if I swung the other way). By comparison, Rod Stewart’s latest baby momma, who made him a proud daddy at the age of sixty, is seven years younger than his oldest daughter. It seems that even in the realm of rock and roll paternity, the ladies have some catching up to do.

Melissa will have a chance to make amends to me in person when I see her perform August 10th at Constitution Hall. I really doubt that she knows or cares how badly she has shattered my hopes and ambitions. Oh, well. At least, if the audience matches the demographics when I saw her at the Warner Theater a few years ago, I won’t have to stand in line for the restroom.

9 comments:

trusty getto said...

The harsh sting of disappointment is, well, disappointing, eh?

J.Po said...

Maybe you should have come out a little earlier with the Love Is Love post. Melissa might have then viewed your...er, genetic material as more desirable?

Impetua said...

Hm, so many ways to respond... Maybe she felt it wouldn't be fair to your existing son to have famous siblings? It's really the only explanation.

We went with an anonymous donor because we didn't want any emotional or legal complications. We had initially asked a friend but he got so weird about it that we decided against it.

More later; my progeny has returned from the back yard sopping wet. :)

Claude said...

I think the most awkward part about asking a friend has to be when they keep trying to talk you into the draft when you'd really rather have the bottled stuff.

lisa said...

I know you're not very big on celebs after this post, but can you help me out with the Cher survey we have up tonight at lam(b).

It's for a good cause. And it won't take long, I promise. And I never ask for anything, do I?

Thanks!

Impetua said...

I actually did have a gay male friend offer to help me make a baby "the old fashioned way" if I ever decided I wanted one. This was years ago. Oddly enough, I opted for frozen...

I'm fairly sure he just offered for shock value but have often wondered how serious he was....

Federico Perazzoni said...

Wow....

Very nice....

yellojkt said...

Impetua,

You're donor friend may not have known what he was getting into. It took 6 months of dedicated trying for me to get my wife preganant.

I'm just glad your child is so loved. Every child should be wanted and none are more so than the ones people have to work the hardest to get.

Grins said...

Even as a heterosexual woman I can see that Melissa has great taste in sexy women. Here via Michele again!