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Thursday, July 15, 2004
I smell a brat Now, everybody knows that I'm not exactly a fan of Britney Spears, and I would be more than secretly gratified if she were to gain thirty pounds and wind up in rehab, which this article in the Sun suggests she's headed for as she scarfs down junk food and swigs miniature bottles of whiskey for lunch. (And I don't see her wearing a knee brace or using a crutch; what happened to that tour-cancelling injury of hers?) I do, however, have one issue to take up with the Sun: just because she's been wearing the same bikini for four days doesn't mean said bikini is "stinky." It's possible—not probable, but possible—that she, or one of her minions, has washed it between wearings. That's what I'd do, anyway; wash it in a sink with Woolite and hanging it up to dry on the shower curtain rod overnight. Who says you have to wear a different thing every frickin' time you leave the house? (I'm a little oversensitive here because I do wear the same pants to work more than once a week; but it's not like I go home and do aerobics and roll around in the mud in them. And I'm not even going to mention how often I wash my hair, because then no one would want to associate with me anymore.) [ at 1:01 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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