Oops She Did it Again, and Again, and Again
C'mon. You can't dish with a mama and not talk about the big B-ster. Alright, so maybe you can (and probably should just walk away in your short ass-hanging-out mini skirt and chew your huge wad of gum somewhere else), but I couldn't resist.
Britney Spears – another staple of D-listed! I, of course, missed her tearful television interview and am almost entirely ignorant of her oeuvre, though I do have a certain fondness for a Weimar cabaret cover version of Oops, I Did It Again. I have to be careful because I get her confused with Jessica Simpson, for whom I’ve felt a tender, if mild concern ever since happening upon a VH1 special about her while climbing a Stairmaster, as good an excuse as any to decrease my cardiac activity.
Britney’s the one with the baby, right? I’m just joshing you. The poor girl’s D-listed pascal lamb! I can’t help but feel sympathy for her. Her flabby maternal bod’, her unflattering outfits and her inability to catch a break have a non-celeb authenticity. She should stop driving with the kid on her lap, but I remember that as a tot, my car seat was a beach towel my grandfather stapled to a piece of plywood, to keep me from falling backwards through the crack between the Buick’s front seats. And I’ll admit to almost dropping both of my babies when I holding a glass in the other hand.
In fact, when Inky was about six months old, I was so excited to be invited to a join a group of friends who were gathering at a tapas bar to welcome another friend from LA, that I downed way more than my share of sangria. The flamenco dancers passed Inky around for at least an hour before two of my pals insisted on walking us half a block home, the New York version of confiscating my keys. I don’t tell this story because I’m proud of this lapse in responsible parenting, but because I feel sorry for Britney Spears that her mistakes are so public, so human and so judged. And she said that was Sprite in her glass.













Exactly. So public, so human and so judged. The only one of those I have going on is human, and I can barely handle things as it is. If I had the papparazzi on my ass, the authorities would've come to take my baby away probably around the time she fell out of the shopping cart in her car seat carrier.
Posted by: Binky | August 10, 2006 at 08:51 PM
Wow, I wrote almost the same post when the whole tripping thing happened. Any mother, especially a first time mom, having the paparatzi (I'm sure that's spelled wrong) following them around would be in the paper. I know I would!
Posted by: Maniacal | August 10, 2006 at 04:34 PM
I am a little embarrased to admit it but yes, I feel bad for Ms Spears/Federline/whatever! Sure, she looks like a total tramp lately and she definitely needs to take Parenting 101, but she is a first time mom like many of us are. I bet we all made mistakes with our babies....the difference is that she is doing it with 50 camera following her around and we only have ourselves to notice the mistakes we made.
Posted by: Jaime | August 10, 2006 at 03:41 PM
I am a little embarrased to admit it but yes, I feel bad for Ms Spears/Federline/whatever! Sure, she looks like a total tramp lately and she definitely needs to take Parenting 101, but she is a first time mom like many of us are. I bet we all made mistakes with our babies....the difference is that she is doing it with 50 camera following her around and we only have ourselves to notice the mistakes we made.
Posted by: Jaime | August 10, 2006 at 03:41 PM