No, we didn’t put a black bar over Britney’s private parts. That’s her skirt. Really. The desperate-for-attention pop star commits every fashion crime in the book at the “MTV Bash,” even renting out her backside as advertising space for designer Patricia Field. Meanwhile, Brit’s off-the-shoulder “Flashdance”-y shirt takes an uninspired dig at the New York Post’s Page Six, and her Warhol-esque tights pay lip-service to bad taste. Toss in her Playboy-ish rhinestone bow tie, tacky stilettos and *N Sync-ish fedora and what we have is an outfit not fit for pole-dancing, never mind the red carpet.
God, I hate Brittney with so much anger and bile. I fly into a barely contained rage whenever I see her.
She looks like one of the Stepford Wives sometimes - she always has this dumb look on her face, her eyes are stupidly wide eyed all the time, like a child who just learned how to poop in a toilet for the first time, and her mouth is always open in a slack jawed stupor.
I’ll tell you my theory. I think she is manufactured. She’s like that Al pacino movie ‘Simone.’ I’m convinced that she’s been made by the soft drink companies to peddle Pepsi. She has the waxy sheen of a mannequin, and still pictures make her look like she should be in the front window at Macey’s.
Maybe it’s like that Twilight Zone episode where the woman goes to the department store, and she realizes that she’s a mannequin who got her chance at real life, and now it’s time to come back to the store and let someone else get a chance at being a real person. If that’s the case, we shouldn’t have much more time to be subjected to her plastic waxy goodness.
I think she and John F. Kennedy are just fabricated. You ever see those old news broadcasts of him? The ones in black and white, with the extreme closeups? Her never looks real. Almost computer generated. I think after the Roswell Crash, the government used alien technology to make a computer mock-up of the President for television broadcasts. They then assassinated the real Predident that day in Dallas because he wanted to do his own speches. It’s true, it’s true.
Brittney’s like that. Pretty soon pepsi or her record label will set a deliciously evil chain of events in motion to bring about her destruction, because like Frankenstein’s monster she’s rebelling against her masters and started dressing herself and doing her own unscripted speaking. They must destroy her, not for the good of mankind, but to save their own skins. This Fembot must, I repeat MUST be destroyed so we can tuck our children in at night and tell them that there are no real monsters!
She seems like a fine, honest, and charismatic young woman who would fit sooo well around my penis.
Actually, I have to give her a bit of credit. Admitting that she’s done drugs and fucked around is a pretty ballsy move for the girl who was America’s lil’ princess a few years ago. It may just be a marketing stunt, but it honestly seems like she has just gotten sick of constantly pretending to be cute and wholesome. And I, for one, heartily endorse any whoring up that might lead to eventual boobage-shots.
Her accent is annoying, though. I sat through a few minutes of some MTV joke show with Ashton Kutcher where she was the guest star, and somehow her southern twang has turned into a faux street hip hop accent. Obnoxious, yo.
Am I the only one who doesn’t find all that hot? I think she’s attractive, sure, but so not worth what she gets paid. And she doesn’t get paid for her voice, that’s for damn sure.
I saw a newspaper call her a Southern Belle once. Ha!
Okay, I’m not saying she doesn’t have a great body. EVERYONE knows that she does. But does that give her the right to dress like a clown and not expect people to say, “What the fuck are you thinking?”
Would any of you seriously let your girlfriend out of the house looking like that? Let me rephrase, if any of you had girlfriends would you let her out of the… J/K.
I think its way sexier to wear a really nice fitting dress that hints at something more than wear a napkin that barely covers my hoo-hoo.
Slater: The only reason Britney admitted to doing drugs is because she got caught with her hand in teh coke jar. And she tried to cover herself by saying she made a mistake. She is definitely not ready to shed her wholesome image yet. She needs to pull a Christina, Imean Xtina, and just tell everyone she’s Dirrty!
She is foul excuse for a human being. Any person who has Jennifer Lopez on a pedastel deserves to be banished from civilization.
I am not sure why I find more amusing, her sad & pathetic attempts to rationalize her behaviour with her press releases, or watching her downward spiral into a ‘B’ celebrity, followed by eventual appearance on Entertainment Tonight ‘Where Are They Now?’ specials.
She is probably the first major celebrity in my lifetime that will crash and burn in such an epic form. I always see these Where Are They Now? specials but the people featured are before my time. It will be funny to see her eventually do Playboy and a few odd albums that will dissapear immediately when we witnessed her insane popularity over the span of a few years.
Diva jumps in Lake Minnetonka: http://entertainment.msn.com/photos/gallery.aspx?gallery=1178&photo=121380#photosNo, we didn’t put a black bar over Britney’s private parts. That’s her skirt. Really. The desperate-for-attention pop star commits every fashion crime in the book at the “MTV Bash,” even renting out her backside as advertising space for designer Patricia Field. Meanwhile, Brit’s off-the-shoulder “Flashdance”-y shirt takes an uninspired dig at the New York Post’s Page Six, and her Warhol-esque tights pay lip-service to bad taste. Toss in her Playboy-ish rhinestone bow tie, tacky stilettos and *N Sync-ish fedora and what we have is an outfit not fit for pole-dancing, never mind the red carpet.
Isn’t anyone else bugged over the designation of her tights as “Warhol-esque” when they’re clearly “Lichtenstein-esque”?