It seems Britney is ready to forget everything about her recent VMA show, including the paychecks she owes her dancers:

Britney Spears is so “in her own world,” she likely has no idea the hard-working backup dancers on her MTV Video Music Award performance of “Gimme More” have not been fully paid. “The dancers were paid for the actual show and some of the rehearsals, but not all of them,” an insider told Us Weekly. Spears dropped her management team, The Firm, and according to the mag, “Her management usually pays the dancers.” Spears also “ignored” the court-appointed parenting coach assigned to monitor her visits with her sons, Sean Preston and Jayden James. Spears’ coach has asked a judge to order her to show up to her office because, she “refuses to pay attention to her.”

In fairness, this probably isn’t Britney’s responsibility. It’s not like she’s supposed to be sitting around at night cutting checks to her dancers. The management company is likely at fault.

Director Alejandro Monteverde and his wife, The Doritos Girl Ali Landry.

I wonder what he looks like in gym shorts …

Oh well, he probably treats her better than stupid Mario Lopez, who cheated on her left and right. I’m glad she’s found a marriage that works.

“I met him in a hotel lobby in New York City and he came in just from the gym and I was sitting there and I was, like, wow. And I pretty much saw everything. The whole package.”

Heidi Klum, to Oprah Winfrey, about meeting husband Seal for the first time when he was wearing bicycle shorts.

See, boys? It doesn’t matter how (literally) tore-up your face is if you’re packing.

The margarita, too!

We’re seeing a real turnaround here, people!

You go get ‘em, Britters!

Remember this chick from Rich Girls? In 2003? Co-starring Jaime Gleicher. (Who?)

She’s Tommy Hilfiger’s daughter, of course, and looks basically the same as she did on the show.

She’s currently executive producing some documentary called Rags about the fashion industry, which is exactly what I’d be doing if my father was Tommy Hilfiger and I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of modeling.

At a Style.com party in NYC.

So I just did the weirdest thing.

I’m sitting at home, all alone, with no plans to leave the house (it’s all smoky outside here in LA) or make so much as telephone contact with another human being tonight (I have a tendency to isolate) and all of a sudden I put on deodorant. And I didn’t even realize I did it until I’m sitting down to work and thinking “My armpits feel different now.” How weird is that?

Anyway, we’re selling shirts now.

And hats and thongs.

And condoms, just as soon as Cafe Press lets us.

We have no plans to sell diaphragms. So don’t ask.

Anyway, I know I’ve been promising this to some of you since, like, Shiloh was just a beautiful sperm gliding around Brad Pitt’s nuts, so here it is. Check out the store, buy some stuff, and let us know if there are color/logo combinations you want that we don’t offer and I’ll see what I can do. I’m like your own personal stylist. With nice, dry armpits.

Thanks Anna!