Mariah Yeater (the chick who claims Justin Bieber fathered her child) has an ex-boyfriend named Robbie Powell who insists that the baby is his. If only the dads on 16 and Pregnant were so forthcoming about their paternal identity.
After all the drama concerning if Justin Bieber is or isn’t the baby’s father and all these unnecessary paternity tests, Robbie Powell is like, Oh that baby? Yeah, he’s mine, and now he wants to take a paternity test to prove it.
This Yeater chick and her “crew” are relentless, you know, there are other ways to make a dollar.
Sources close to Powell say he is sick of Yeater using their kid for media attention and he knows that Yeater created the story to cash in on “her story.”
However, Bieber refused to reach a settlement with this girl and she only received one interview with “The Insider,” so it wasn’t exactly the payday she imagined.
Now, Powell has been approached by several media outlets to tell his side of the story. I can’t tell if Mariah Yeater is a psychopath or brilliant. She didn’t get the cash she thought she would get from her J. Bieber baby-daddy drama, so now she’s enlisted her actual baby-daddy to tell “the truth” and he’ll probably end up getting paid for it, giving her a cut of the profits, and voila, Mariah Yeater still wins.
What is happening to celebrity gossip when randos are getting paid for interviews? I could tolerate the Kardashians for many years, but this is just getting out of control.
This Robbie Powell guy was hinted at being the father when text messages that Mariah sent to an anonymous friend were leaked online naming someone as “Robbie” as the dad.
TMZ broke the story when they printed texts that read, “Erase all messages from my mom where she says Tristyn is Robbies son. I’ll kick u when we get paid.”
At the time, everyone was like “Oh Busted.” Now, Justin Bieber may be off the hook, but if TMZ has anything to do with it, Yeater and Powell are going to be floating around the entertainment news circuit for far longer that their 15 minutes of fame should have allowed.
If Robbie Powell does decide to “go public” with his paternity story, I hope that during the interview someone dumps a bucket of condoms on his head while Justin Bieber pops out from behind a bush before handing him one of those giant cardboard checks that just reads, “You just got Punk’d.” That would be really gratifying.