The Beckhams: Enough Bad Parenting to Go Around
I…I just don’t know where to begin with this one. It’s not as if anyone depicted in this article about Ted Beckham’s new book, David Beckham: My Son, is an outright horrible parent. But every time I re-read this article, I feel like a fresh layer of slime has grown over my flesh.
Perhaps it’s the revelation that David Beckham was “pale and shattered” upon realizing Victoria “Posh Spice” Beckham was pregnant. Perhaps it’s that both he and his parents were more concerned about the impact this would have on his football career than on the health of Victoria and the unborn child. Perhaps it comes from reading that Ted Beckham likes to smack his children about – immediately followed by the unexpected news that “he and his son have drifted apart in recent years”. Apparently, they get along well enough for Ted Beckham to milk his son’s fame for all it’s worth.
Maybe I’m just in a mood. Maybe I’m resisting the article’s counter-protestations about David Beckham being a great dad due to his alleged philandering. All the crap about both Beckham dads being stern disciplinarians doesn’t help. Nor does the reeking stench of capitalism that surrounds the whole enterprise of writing about your famous offspring. No matter how optimistic I try to be, I can’t break the suspicion that there’s something wrong – and I mean “wrong” in a bold, Shakespearean fashion – with this “happy family”. Am I cracked?
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