Amy Winehouse May Quit Music Biz To Become A Wife and Mum, Heaven Help Her
In an interview for Rolling Stone magazine, soul-singer and tabloid darling Amy Winehouse revealed that while writing hit records is nice, what she really fancies is getting barefoot, pregnant and padding around the house taking care of a brood of her own. In her own words:
“I’ve done a record I’m really proud of and that’s about it. I’m a caretaker and I want to enjoy myself and spend time with my husband… Blake and I didn’t get to spend any time together for a long time. I don’t want to be ungrateful. I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.”
Yeah, that’s really eye-opening and refreshing to hear. Amy, who was recently married to her boyfriend Blake Fielder-Civil, is clearly still in throes of passion. So as a little wedding gift to the newlyweds, here’s some worldy wisdom and advice about those aspirations of parenting and marital bliss.
When you first get married, it’s kind of a good idea to let things mellow a bit before your start gettin’ all knocked up. Because in truth, that lustful infatuation you feel right now may seem like it will last forever and those quirky idiosyncrasies you find so sweet about your mate now, will begin to transform into this gnawing feeling of hatred and disgust. Then you will find yourself swallowing down bile and warm vomit as you watch your “soul-mate” clip his toenails in bed, or leave his filthy socks all over the bathroom floor, or even that once cute-sounding laugh that made your insides turn to jelly, will begin to sound like the screeching of raw brakes against exposed medal. And your mind, slowly but surely, will descend into a state of madness as you imagine your life of carefree living before this horror of marriage became your new reality, and the dawning realization that your youth is now gone and you have nothing left but the taint of a stained love gone wrong worn into your furrowed brow.
Then, there are the children to consider. So let’s consider them. When you first discover you are pregnant, nature has this sweet way of making you see the world in a different light. It’s like waking up to a beautiful summer day as a kid. The sky seems bluer, the breeze seems sweeter and every creature in the world is smiling at you. You imagine that anything is possible and carefree days of baking cookies and having picnics with your sweet, pink-cheeked child are all that await you. But alas this too is a mirage, for the fickle hand of fate has something else in store for you my little ano, tatted songstress. The new mother joy quickly fades and what you are left with are frayed nerves and a shattered soul as the laundry begins to pile, the dishes stink from neglect and you’ve changed what seems like the millionth diaper of the day, when suddenly and without warning, your child pukes green vomit all over you. And this, this is a GOOD day.
Wait until they start talking and tell you that despite your sacrifices (in your case a world of adoring fans and the adulation of the greatest music critics) that you are IN FACT, the worst mother on earth, they hate you and wish you’d die. Only then, will you have grasped what a grave error in judgment you’ve made.
I kid.
Good luck with that family shizz Amy. It’s SO MUCH BETTER than exploring your creative talents and traveling the world playing to audiences of fans who adore you. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Dumbass.
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Oh no! This can’t be true! She is a musical genius and the freshest thing to hit mainstream music in years. This woman can sing not just lipsynch and do choreography ripped off from Janet Jackson in her heyday. She is an original.
The person I’d like to smack is her nobody no talent husband. (Shades of K-Fed) If the situation was reversed, never in a million years would the man be considering giving up his career to be a brood mare and servant to a humbug. A real man would not ask this. This man has nothing of what she has, not talent, not soul, not success, and he encourages her to give it all up - for him, to make a sacrifice of herself - to him. He is a worm.
He is taking advantage of her obvious low self-esteem and vulnerability (which ironically are part of the alchemy of her talent), especially at this moment of great success and accknowlegment. Her reaction is a fear response to success.
IF HE REALLY LOVED HER he would be behind her 100% and giving her the emotional support she needs to really fly. He would be only enriched by doing so, but his nature is emotionally immature and selfish, not generous or strong. He is as heartless and destructive as many of the men she sings about. She just thinks she is finally loved. This is not love. He should be shamed publicaly for trying to deprive the world of such an artist.
If she must breed, there is plenty of time for this later. She has worked and suffered so hard to be an artist. It is sociopathic selfishness and narcissistic envy of this man to feed her mind with self-destruct programs and manipulate her with ideas of leaving the gifts and opportunities she has earned. Where is her label? Someone should step in and take this slime-mold aside and put the fear of God into him. It was tragic what K-Fed did to Britney, but this would be a greater loss, much greater talent here.
I am new to her music, but I just love it. I looked her up on YouTube and was moved to tears by the performances I saw, live performances. I would buy anything she created. She is the real thing with a jazz soul. She bleeds into her art. Someone needs to save her from herself right now and from this psychopath.
Comment by Alexis — June 1, 2007 @ 2:00 pm
Hormones.
That is all I have to say.
Comment by High Heels — June 1, 2007 @ 4:23 pm
I have no idea who Amy Winehouse is, but I thoroughly enjoyed this post.
Comment by The Jono — June 1, 2007 @ 5:08 pm
I love how women spin Amy doing what she wants into being the evil Man’s fault.
Comment by MyNameIs — June 1, 2007 @ 5:43 pm
rotfl
i think sinead might have said the same sort of thing once upon a time
amy will be back. babies or no babies.
Comment by Jason Meltzer Patterson — June 1, 2007 @ 10:57 pm
Why doesn’t she have the right to make this decision and become a working mom like the rest of Us or a Stay at Home mom?
Comment by marfa — June 2, 2007 @ 1:48 am
Beautiful…
Could’ve been straight from the files of the Domestic Minx…
Hormones indeed…
Comment by the domestic minx — June 2, 2007 @ 9:13 am
Absolutely hilarious, spot-on post!
Poor Amy — she just created one of the best albums I’ve heard in years, and now she’s gonna settle down with some shifty dope that organizes K-Fed’s sneaker collection or something and used to regularly cheat on her?
Screw rehab, she needs some kinda marriage intervention! I’m still waiting for ya, Amy, all is forgiven.
Comment by RhythmVault — June 2, 2007 @ 4:21 pm
It’s sad yet sickening that the folks with true talent readily throw it away. Stupid beotch dreaming of babies - especially with that twad.
How you describe married life. I relate. *sigh*
Comment by JewelsR — June 2, 2007 @ 9:16 pm