We've got a thing going on ... we both know that it's wrong, but it's much too strong to let it go now.
What do we have here? January Jones has a scandelous baby bump. Betty Draper has been a very busy bee. Somewhere in-between tupperware parties, neglecting bobby and sally, three martini lunches and chain smoking, she's found some time to get horizontal with a few good men. And apparently, one very naughty one. SNL funnyman and former squeeze Jason Sudeikis has gone on record to say that he is not the sperminator. I'm not surprised. I picture her with more of a Roger Sterling type, someone older and more refined. Sudeikis, while in his thirties, is likely trapped in his teens emotionally. Can you imagine dating him, or Andy Samberg, for that matter? Even if I were a raging heterosexual, roofied out of my mind, I'd still look at Samberg and wonder why the hell the Cathy cartoon was trying to pull my pants down. Ack!
Word on the street is that January's baby daddy is one of her X-Men: First Class co-stars. Tisk Tisk. I'm not so convinced. My money's on Iron Chef Bobby Flay. His secret ingredient? Cucumber. The fact that Flay's wife, Stephanie March, is a poor man's January Jones makes it all the more painful.
Wonder how she hooked up with Flay? Why not, Mario Batali? or Cat Cora, for that matter? If Batali was the baby daddy, it would be much easier to decipher genetically. I've heard his kids are born with full beards, a soft spot for gwyneth paltrow and orange crocs. Will the baby's looks say it all? Look for a baby born with unruly brows, clinging to a bottle of Jameson.
