On being trashy

Kelly P. hit the nail on the head today when I mentioned in an e-mail that while she's certainly not a refined Southern lady, Britney Spears isn't "all that trashy." I gotta give it to Kel - she sums up Brit's current status pretty well:

Stop yourself. Seriously, y’all. Let’s examine Brit Brit’s many missteps over the past few years….married some friend and immediately got it annulled (? Divorced?) like, the next day. French kisses Madonna on national television. Marries Senor Dickwad-Manpris and proceeds to pop out two babies in two years and completely makes a fool out of herself on national television w/hottie Matt Lauer with her idiotic talk and gun chewing and miniskirt wearing and bra showing. She can’t seem to get a handle on the carseat laws in the state of California…not really very hard – just use one. She formed an unhealthy obsession with cheetos and zit medication and dirty hair. And all the while, her career - which I will grant you, was impressive and her early CDs were fun and she was a hot dancer – went into the shitter. And the worst thing of all….she effing told her husband…the father of her two young children…that she wanted a divorce using language normally found on a license plate. F*ck.

What does Brit Brit need to do? Well…she needs to go to school. I am sure that her Mouseketeering probably got in the way of a solid education…she needs to hit the local community college and figure out what the hell is going on in her world.

I will take back the fact that I said she was “trash” – but damn…………