The Other Rancid Meat

I know that it has been discussed rather frequently that Britney Spears has gone off the class-free deep end and I certainly don't disagree. She has indeed managed to slam headfirst into staggering new lows of hookeryness, trailer-trashiness, and vacuousness. It's the vacuousness that I'd like to discuss today. For those of you not in the know the word "vacuous" means empty-headed. I personally think the word is particularly apt to today's subject. Let us not forget that although Brit is one of the richest humans (?) on the planet she is also one of the dumbest. Not only has she proved this repeatedly by doing such spectacularly stupid things such as driving with her infant son perched on her increasingly dimpled lap but continues to stagger the senses by fighting laboriously for her hillbilly marriage to this ape.



I was unaware that there was a market for jogging attire with the paunch already sewn in.

Or is that where he's hiding his weed?

I fail to see what the attraction is, beyond her desire to procreate. I would think that a modern girl would know that once you have a baby (ape) with a person you are forever stuck with them and all the overly-dramatic bullshit that entails. She may be having a baby or seven with him but she will probably spend more to support him in the long run than she would a hundred babies (apes).

I mean, really, I'm sure that half a jogging suit, complete with built in half-rack, cost him (her) a pretty penny and I've no doubt that the weed he's nestled against his pale, sweaty beer-gut cost her even more.

So, should we feel derision for the poor white-trash pop-tart, or should we feel pity?