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Thursday, June 29, 2006


I'm a bit embarrassed to post any Britney-related news, but after looking at no less than a dozen pictures of her pregnant gut on Yahoo's most popular this morning, I thought I had to add a comment. Two weeks ago she goes on NBC looking like a two-bit whore you'd be ashamed to take to a NASCAR rally. Ok, that's fine, I really don't care, but of course, she has to whine about how the paparazzi is ruining her life:
During the "Dateline" interview, Spears tearfully implored the paparazzi to leave her alone. Her pleas were reasonable and tugged at the heart. One came close to forgetting that she had encouraged the attention with her provocative videos, snake-charming stage performance, open-mouthed Madonna-kissing, 15-minute marriage, grotesquely narcissistic reality show and second husband known for displaying the tawdry, laconic demeanor of a pimp on weed.
Exactly. I'm sick of celebrity millionaires whining about their loss of privacy. Without celebrity attention, she wouldn't even be Britney Spears. She's be Britney Federline, trying to find a way to get time off from Wendy's so she can squeeze out her Irish twins. But then, today, I see this:
Pregnant pop princess Britney Spears is baring nearly all on the cover of Harper's Bazaar magazine. The singer of "... Baby, One More Time" posed in the buff for the cover of the August issue; there's also a photo spread inside.

On the cover, Spears, who is sitting, cups her breasts with her hands and crosses her legs while showing her protruding belly and smiling for the camera of lensman Alexi Lubomirski.
Right. Because that's what every young mother, faced with the realities of motherhood, celebrity, fame and fortune do when they're sick of media attention and just want to be left alone: Pose nude and pregnant in a magazine.

Way to go!



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