“Look, y’all! I totally didn’t die! Don’t lie: I KNOW you know you know I know you thought I was gonna buy the farm that time I shaved my head and hit that SUV with the umbrella, but truth is, I was just acting out, y’all. I feel like I sang “Lucky” over and over and over and over and over again and NO ONE HEARD the part where I was talking about how I cried cried cried in my lonely heart and if there was nothing in my yadda yadda why did the tears etc? That was the MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THAT SONG, PEOPLE. AND NO ONE LISTENED. Ergo my incarceration and stuff. ANYHOODLE, I’m out now and let’s get right to the point: I look GOOD again. My dad doesn’t let me eat anything white and, sure, there are days when I think about those Melendez brothers or whatever their names are and I totally understand why they killed their parents but in the long rung, I am pretty sure he’s right that I’m happier with six-pack abs. And now I’m back on magazines again and they’re not all like, “BRITNEY: WHAT WENT WRONG” or “BRITNEY: CAN YOU LISTEN TO HER MEGAMIX WHILE DOING CARDIO WITHOUT FEELING REAL BAD ABOUT IT?” or whatever and boy am I relieved about that because everyone acting like I was going to kick it was totally embarrassing. Now I get to be all strong and have comebacks and be the underdog and stuff and everyone knows that’s a way better story than someone who never had any problems in their life ever, JUSTIN. So anyway, I think I look awesome on this cover and my weave is fantastic for once unlike some people who have really bad highlights but think they’re better than me just because they never hit anyone with their car, to which I say, WAIT TEN MINUTES JAMIE LYNN BECAUSE YOU ARE SOOOO GOING TO WANT TO HIT WHATHISNAME YOUR BABY DADDY WITH YOUR CAR. You just are. Anyway, I like I look great, but apparently some people disagree, so I say we put it to a vote as America is a civil union, or something like that:”
Fugger: Britney Spears
Want to feel OLD? Apparently yesterday was the 10th anniversary of “…Baby One More Time.” (And now you’ll be humming that all day.) I know. I feel like it was only yesterday that I was prancing around my bedroom singing along into my hair brush. So, to celebrate, we were asked to write a piece for Britney’s new official website about her iconic Catholic school girl look:
“The video also features a posse of dudes in neckties and
Dockers, hilariously leaping, twirling, and pointing skyward, and yet
NOBODY remembers that. Instead, with one glimpse of Brit’s bare midriff
between that crisp white shirt and her pleated skirt, a million
Halloween costumes were born.”
Let’s be honest, girls: While I’m sure many of our readers only ever go out costumed as Marie Curie or Ruth Bader Ginsburg for Halloween (and, honestly, I would like to see pictures of both, because that sounds awesome), there are just as many of us who — when faced with forty-five minutes after work to throw something cute together for a party — have just shrugged and pulled out Ye Olde Plaide Skirte in a moment of laziness. After all, when you are not skanky of soul, occasionally it is amusing to be skanky of dress. Even if it is kind of…okay, not the most subtle look ever conceived. But in this time of carved pumpkins and mini candy bars, who knew we had so much to thank Britney for? Let’s give the girl a little credit for giving the knee socks industry that much needed boost, after all.
If you so desire, you can read the rest of the piece here. Or not. Whatever. We’d never tell you what to do. Especially on a Friday.
OH. MY. GOD. Y’ALL. Where have I been for the last year or whatever?
I think I heard something about something about how it’s totally depressing to make fun of someone’s outfits when her outfits are the least of her problems or something? I don’t know. I wasn’t paying any attention. I don’t know if y’all are aware, but I have had a craaaazy year this last year. That chapter in my autobiography (working title: Cheetos: A Love Story) is going to be juicy. That’s all I’m saying. Lifetime Television For Women juicy and I am so playing myself as Young Britney and then Kim Cattrall can play me when I’m old, just like in Crossroads. Anyway, I just wanted to pop in and tell all y’all that I’m feeling much better and if you’re blind or whatever and reading this in like Braille or something, I also really just want you to know that I also look TOTALLY AWESOME and really cute and in good shape and with a decent weave for once and also completely self-actualized and full of inner something or other — I don’t know. Dr Phil keeps calling and leaving these long-ass messages on my machine about letting my inner self-esteem elephant trample the lawn of my self-image or something and that reminds me I need to call him and tell him to leave me alone because I so don’t need a new man in my life. Just this hot ass outfit. Suck on it, Timberlake. You too, Federline. And all the rest of all y’all. I told you I’d be back. It just TOOK ME A WHILE. GOD.
LOVE YOU MISSED YOU MEAN IT
Um! Look. I don’t know WHY y’all are all acting all WORKED UP every time I leave the house, but I was taught that just because things are going all backasswards in your life like when OLD FAT JUDGES decide that just because you can’t always tell your kids apart maybe you should stop doing drugs, it doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to dress up like a P-I-M-P and get your drink on, okay? I saw on Judge Joe Brown yesterday that it’s NORMAL for people to use ALCOHOL to solve their problems so why don’t all y’all just LEAVE ME ALONE. But take my picture first.
Whatever the opposite of LOVE is,
Psssssst. Hey, you alls. Come over here.
Shhhh. Be very quiet. I’m not supposed to be talking to anyone because “my downward spiral is too depressing.” I don’t know how that’s possible since I don’t even have a spiral perm but whatever. The people who post up these letter thingies on the internets think I don’t hear them when they call me “Princess Tragedy Trainwreck” behind my back, but I have ears just like the walls do IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. Anyway. I know people are all oh my god she’s a terrible mother and a really bad driver and we totally miss her snake and I am here to tell you that that snake was totally a pain in the ass so you should get over that part of it right now. All the rest of it will work out just fine if all y’all would just CHILL and OPEN YOUR EYES and see that I am WEARING SHOES IN THIS HERE BATHROOM. God. And people (MOM) say I don’t ever listen to anybody’s advice.
It’s MISS BRITNEY BITCH because you are nasty.
I don’t EVEN KNOW. I mean, seriously, y’all, sometimes I wake up in the morning and it’s like 3:30 and the new nanny is watching Oprah and and the kids are running around and screaming and wanting things from me and I just think, “DAMN, BRITNEY. What have you gotten yourself IN TO NOW?”
Because I really thought that when I divorced Kevin, Justin would come back in and marry me or maybe Colin Farrell or somebody else with an accent and then we’d run off to Gulfport or wherever and he’d spend all day combing my hair and Sean P and the other one would bring me Popsicles and we’d all be so happy but instead I ended up shaving my head and then some other stuff happened that I don’t totally remember but I’m pretty sure most of it was my mama’s fault, like I never would have done that whole thing with OK Magazine if she had LOVED ME MORE or something. I’m pretty sure I read that in a magazine right next to a story about how I am having a lesbian affair with my assistant which is TOTALLY UNFAIR because that only lasted like three weeks. And then people started making this whole big deal about how I wanted to whiten Sean P’s teeth like they never looked at their baby’s teeth and wondered why they looked so yellow or forgot to change their diapers. I am a WORKING MOTHER, Y’ALL. It’s NOT EASY keeping up APPEARANCES and taking care of A BABY. Two babies. However many babies. And my face is my FORTUNE, Y’ALL. I am an ENTERTAINER. I have to go out and BE ENTERTAINING and I think I am A SUCCESS. For serious, have you seen how many people take my picture every night? It’s because I am HOT.
For serious, I am WORKING SO HARD to make a life for me and my family of however many kids it is and all I hear is BLAH BLAH BLAH LOOK AT HER HAIR. WHERE ARE HER PANTS? WHY DOES SHE WEAR THOSE ILL-FITTING CHEAP-LOOKING UNFLATTERING BROWN BOOTS ALL OVER THE PLACE? ISN’T THAT A SHIRT AND NOT A DRESS? BLAAAAAH. I just want all y’all to SHUT UP. I MEAN it. If I want to have a lesbian affair with one of my employees and get drunk in front of my kids and pay my neighbor fifty bucks to Google “baby plastic surgery” for me so no one finds out that I’m thinking about getting the little one a chin implant THAT’S MY BUSINESS. And so what if everyone finds out that Kevin used to grind up my medication and hide it in my milkshakes and that’s why I didn’t used to act quite as crazy? Does that make him some kind of HERO? Just because he gives the kids CARROT STICK THINGS instead of NUGGETS? Kids LOVE nuggets! Everyone knows that! Do I have to write a book? Maybe I will write a book. I’ll write a book called KIDS LOVE NUGGETS by Britney Lynne Spears or whatever my middle name is and it’ll be a hit just like Harry Potter and THEN WON’T EVERYONE BE SORRY THEY TRIED TO MAKE ME QUIT DRINKING. HA!
Suck on it, toolsheds. YEAH, I MEAN YOU.