I can’t seem to get motivated to write about Brad Pitt or Beauty or MRSA today to save my life, but my opinions about other things are flying around madly today. I watched as much as I could stand most of the Britney Spears interview on Dateline NBC tonight, and that girl just brings up so many different feelings in me, I just don’t know what to say. But I will think of something.

On one hand I feel really sorry for her - where is her stylist? Her mother? Her husband? My husband brought up a really valid point - if we were Britney and KFed (thank God for small favors), he would be one of those Russell Crowe paparazzi bashers. Marshall would not let paps around me and our baby. He would drive himself bonkers to be a man and keep that crap as far away from us as he could. And my mother would a.) be there helping me juggle my drink and my cigarette and my baby, b.) would have taught me NOT to chew gum on an interview on national television, c.) made damn sure my baby was safely tucked in his car seat at all times and d.) been all over the media telling them to go to hell and quit picking on her baby. And her grandbaby. And a whole lot more stuff too.

It pains me to watch Britney going through all of this, it really does. I think she is a doll, but at some point you have to take responsibility for your own stupidity actions. Is she at that point yet? I don’t know. For now I will just keep her in my prayers and hope she gets through this rough spot with some dignity. And please, for goodness sakes, a new stylist.