And oh how wrong it is!
This is what happens when your handlers are asleep at the switch, folks. Gad. What happens to these people? Do you start believing your own hype? Is she returning to her PWT roots? I swear, I would NEVER go out looking that hideous.
For some serious snark, check out this place and this one, too. (The latter has an excellent piece on “Downward Spiral Britney” with photo documentation.) Excellent work on both those sites and much worthier of the word “Snarky” than this here place. Trust me on this (Sample below)
This is what Fuggin’ it up wrote as a caption to the above picture:
Underpants. THEY GO UNDER THINGS. Like, say, YOUR PANTS. Underwear is not meant to wrap around your thigh — it’s meant to leave something about your pubic grooming to the imagination — and it’s not meant as a protective measure so that you can wear fugly loose-fitting clothes that fall off your soiled ass, yet not worry about the paparazzi snapping a picture of your (wilted, dying) flower. And see those seams halfway down your shirt? Those are supposed to be BELOW your breasts, not riding so far up above one of them that you’re fixin’ to get put into some kind of cotton chokehold.
Finally, for the love of god, BRUSH YOUR HAIR.
So, what’s new? Let’s see … had a combo birthday / welcome home party for the mamacita yesterday – all my favorite family peeps were there plus a little baby for me to hold!! Well, he wasn’t so little – 4 months old and about 18 pounds but just the cutest thing. I’m such a good baby holder. You’ve heard of the “Horse Whisperer”? Well, I am the official “Baby Holder”! There are few things that make my heart happier than to hold a baby. It will be a huge thrill when we have some of our own babies in my (extended) family. Mom seems to be doing pretty well – happy to be out of Nursing Home hell and back on her own. Entertaining wears me out though so I came home and promptly fell asleep at 9:30pm. Yah, I am de party animal, ain’t I? (Just be glad I don’t go parading around like Britney – if it’s scary on her, imagine what it would be like with me! hah)
EWWW. ReTHUGlican National Convention on this week. I shall, of course, only hear about it as filtered through Jonny Stew on The Daily Show. I was good yesterday and didn’t start a ruckus at the family event when talk turned (briefly) to politics. I was sitting in the corner anyway so I just decided to keep quiet. Bless Jon’s heart (not Jon Stewart, alas but Dani’s husband Jon) for trying to speak his mind about why he has changed his party affiliation from Repug to Independent. For the first time in my life I am politically aware and now fully understand why political conversations can become heated quickly. Everyone wants to believe their opinions are the “right” ones (I am no exception) and so argue passionately for things they believe in. I can appreciate that aspect of it. And I don’t purport to change anyone’s mind on these things. You believe what you believe for a myriad of reasons (you know, like, your dad is a repub and you love your dad so you are one too.)
Still, I want to hurl when I see bumper stickers that say (I swear, I saw this one right here on the FFX Co Parkway) “Lubya Dubya” AAACK!! (resists urge to barf into nearest trashcan)
I go by what my “vibes” tell me – that’s pretty much how I do most things. And in this instance, they are so loud as to almost overshadow everything else. So, I listen.