Pop Vulture

ER, “culture.”

Just a few thoughts.

Because, I’m almost sure my tongue-in-cheek blog about Jamie-Lynne Spears  should remake “Papa(razzi) Don’t Preach” pushed her sister, SH IT NEY, over the edge. (Stranger things have happened, and we've already seen evidence of my powah, when I killed the system on New Year's Eve, after all.)

And apparently, all the WAY over the edge she has gone.

May be hanging on by her bitten-to-the-nubbins-nails, tho.

Never really was a fan of hers ("I'm not your demographic, yo"), but I did have a WEIRD dream right around the time she shaved her head that she was in my car, and I was driving her somewhere, and she was freaking out, and talking about how she couldn't do ANYthing, it was just like, here’s this poor lost soul who can’t do a THING without it being scrutinized to psychotic levels, and I woke up feeling quite sorry for her.

And realizing that she IS human, after all.

Since then, even though I do try to avoid all that “entertainment news” (which I tend to think of as “PORNutainment” because people seem to REALLY get off on it), well, she’s everywhere, and you can’t really avoid her.

She even makes the “real” news, you know.

And now, apparently, she has flipped the proverbial lid, and is now under psychiatric observation after freaking out and not wanting to give her kids to the FuCKErLine.

I do think that post-partum had a lot to do with her whole slow-but-steadily freakier freakout. She DID have them babies awful close together, afterall.

And marrying a…um…how to say this delicately…money-grubbing gold-digging, fame whore didn’t help at ALL.

And with the full and complete understanding that I know NOTHING about it and it's NOT my bidness, I also think her mom, way back when she should have been, oh, I don't know,  being a mom, had already jumped onto the fan club band wagon, and just kinda basked in the reflected glow of her “pop tart.”

I don’t  know.

It’s really none of my business, and of course I’m in no position to judge anyone, but I’m just feeling bad for her again.

Plastic psuedo-person/train-wreck/titialtion-fest that she has become in the eyes of the world.

Because she obviously cannot live a real life, ever. And she cannot seem to live without constant attention.

And that’s really damn sad.

And those poor kids of hers.

I just...you MUST grow the FUCK up when you bring people into the world!

So, yes. As I said, I hate to pay attention to this stuff (makes me feel a little dirty--in the icky bad way) but I did fail at not paying a little attention and it got me to thinking.

And of course, being the kind of SLICK BITCH I am (har de har), I felt everso compelled to bestow the gift of my thinking on YOU poor dudes.

You can thank me later.