BritBrit
Just yesterday I told a friend that I didn't think I could bear witness to the Britney Spears meltdown machine anymore. I just can't rustle up the same kind of schadenfreude (that's for you, AG) that I have in the past watching her outfits, her antics, and her general trashy selfness. Having children has probably made me go soft and weak. (Although, seriously, if you're having a bad day, not liking your outfit, feeling kind of chunky or zitty, you cannot do more for your spirits than look at this picture on gofugyourself. I have been looking at this at least every other week for probably over a year now and it still amazes me.)
The whole Jamie Lynn thing enrages me; do these people not know that teenage pregnancy is an actual epidemic???!! There are entire Lifetime movies and Oprah episodes about it. And what does the ever-classy Spears family do? Hole up and get some good old fashioned therapy? Call a family meeting and work some issues out? Seek spiritual advice? No. They have a press conference.
Still, I must have checked A Socialite's Life seven times during lunch today. BritBrit is in the hospital, y'all! She's been 302'd or whatever they call in Cali. Those poor, badly-named children of hers. Yikes.
The whole Jamie Lynn thing enrages me; do these people not know that teenage pregnancy is an actual epidemic???!! There are entire Lifetime movies and Oprah episodes about it. And what does the ever-classy Spears family do? Hole up and get some good old fashioned therapy? Call a family meeting and work some issues out? Seek spiritual advice? No. They have a press conference.
Still, I must have checked A Socialite's Life seven times during lunch today. BritBrit is in the hospital, y'all! She's been 302'd or whatever they call in Cali. Those poor, badly-named children of hers. Yikes.
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