The Three Stages of Clay Aiken:
1. Teen Girl Crush
2. Desperate Closet Case
3. Loving Dad?
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Clay Aiken got his gal pal producer pregnant. Jewelry may have been involved but a pearl necklace was not.
I’ve always dismissed “Gay” Aiken as a lightweight. His singing made me long for a shot of insulin. His flaming gay denials made me long for a can of lighter fluid.
But his pending fatherhood changed all that. He could have faked a girlfriend to throw people off his scent. He could have gotten married to cover his tracks. He could have gotten his “wife” pregnant to make the hounds go away.
But he didn’t. Instead, he artificially inseminated a woman who wasn’t his girlfriend or wife and got two for the price of one: He came out without any speeches and lived out a dream without living through a nightmare.
Good for him. I still don’t like what he’s done to music but I love what he’s done to his character. You can just tell he’s going to be a great parent. Anybody who goes through the hellish machinations of IVF to bring a child into the world is doing it because they want to devote their lives to something bigger than themselves.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]