Channing Tatum unofficially became the ‘Sexiest Dad Alive’ on Friday after welcoming daughter Everly with wife Jenna Dewan-Tatum. Before that happy day, the Magic Mike star, 33, spoke to Vanity Fair about impending fatherhood, growing up with a learning disability, and medicating children.
On preparing for fatherhood: “I don’t think you can prepare. It’s a bit of a freestyle.”
On his own parents: “[They] weren’t perfect. I don’t know anyone who did have perfect parents. It’s provided me with lessons I’ll try to improve upon when I’m up to bat. I’m just going to be a good friend to my kid.”
On his father’s less-than-perfect moments: “That whole ‘I don’t want you to make the same mistakes’ mentality. My dad didn’t have much money growing up; he didn’t have much of an education. He forced that on me, and I didn’t want it.”
On struggling with a learning disability:”I [still] read so slow. If I have a script I’m going to read it five times slower than any other actor, but I’ll be able to tell you everything in it. It kills me that there are standardized tests geared towards just one kind of child.”
On medicating children: “I truly believe some people need medication. I did not. I did better at school when I was on it, but it made me a zombie. You become obsessive.” Likening drugs such as Dexedrine, Adderall to “coke, or crystal meth,” he added, “The more you do, the less it works. For a time, it would work well. Then it worked less and my pain was more. I would go through wild bouts of depression, horrible comedowns.” He added, “I understand why kids kill themselves. I absolutely do. You feel terrible. You feel soul-less. I’d never do it to my child.”
On fame at a young age: “I worry about Bieber, man. That kid’s wildly talented. I hope he doesn’t fall down into the usual ways of young kids because it’s so hard for someone to be responsible when they’re not asked to be. We’re not asked to do things ourselves. You have someone there with a coffee. ‘You want food? I’ll get you food.’ I put my bag in the trunk yesterday—I can’t drive here—so my driver, great guy, Terry, amazing, I call him T-Bone, I drop my bag in and left the trunk open. And I get around to my door, and I’m like, ‘What the fuck am I doing? That’s not my behavior.’ ”
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