Gimme (No) More.
So this is all I’m saying about Britney’s train wreck of a VMA performance.
We are both two white girls from the rural South.
One of us had slightly better hair than the other tonight. I had dirty hair in a ponytail. She had a bad weave. Lawmummy 1, Britney 0.
One of us had a bigger ass than the other. Only mine was safely esconced in a pair of capri pants and not hanging out of a too small bikini-thing. Edge, only slightly Britney.
Both of us had difficulty holding a conversation or remembering words tonight. Hers, likely chemically induced. Mine, dealing with three cranky children over a hot, busy weekend. Draw.
One of us can dance a little bit better than the other. Britney had a lifetime of dance lessons. I, on the other hand, can stand without support. Lawmummy 2, Britney 1.
Hmm. Maybe I should consider a comeback album?