Britney Spears isn’t known for rapier wit like Stephen Fry or for engaging in philosophical debates about science with Neil deGrasse Tyson, but apparently she doesn’t even know how to have a basic conversation. This is according to someone named Adrienne Bailon (ah, she was a singer in that long ago band, The Cheetah Girls.) On an episode of something called The Real, Ms. Bailon revealed Ms. Spears’ shortcomings (via Zimbio):
I worked with her on The X Factor and I’m not going to lie to you, guys… She can’t hold a conversation. They had someone who feeds her what she is supposed to say. Like, she can’t hold a conversation.
Zimbio also notes that Dave Grohl once described Britney Spears as “dead inside” with “nothing behind her eyes.”
August 6, 2013 at 5:30 pm by Catherine St. Ives
It’s 11 pm, and I’ve had a busy weekend. I’m trying this weird new thing where I attempt to spend my weekend outside of the apartment, interacting with people and things that exist in places other than the Internet. Plus I’m still training for my half-marathon, which I’m becoming increasingly convinced will be impossible to complete, but I’m not going to stop trying. So I ran a bunch of miles. I took Leo to brunch at my friend’s house, where he met his first chickens. My friend has eleven chickens. They live in her backyard. They have names. They lay eggs. Leo went insane. All he wanted to do in the whole world was chase the chickens, but I wouldn’t let him off his leash, lest he accidentally murder the chickens. He squealed. He was outraged. I have never heard him bark like that, all high-pitched and whiny. He was just beside himself with frustration. But now we know that Leo likes chickens. I did some shopping — well, no, I tried to do some shopping, and then quickly realized that I need to lose a little more weight before I’m going to be doing any shopping. Oh and I’m still on my vegan diet, which has been surprisingly doable thus far. I haven’t had any real cravings — not yet, at least. I went to a friend’s art show. I did some reading. I had dinner with some girlfriends. It was a very busy weekend.
Here’s the point: I have no energy left to get all annoyed at Cheetah Girls star Adrienne Bailon, who just had a ton of photos of her nude ass leaked to the media. Adrienne claims they were taken illegally from her laptop, which was stolen from JFK airport in November. Here’s her official statement:
The photos that have surfaced of Adrienne Bailon were stolen from her laptop over a week ago at an airport in NY and sent to several media organizations. These photos were taken in private and were intended only for Adrienneâ€™s boyfriend, Robert Kardashian. Adrienne will be pursuing legal action against the person or personâ€™s sending these private photos out.
Adrienne is deeply sorry for any pain this may have caused to her fans.
So whatever. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: DON’T TAKE NAKED PHOTOS. If he needs to see your ass, he can come and see that shit in person. If you MUST take naked photos or you’ll just IMPLODE, then fucking be smart enough to leave your face out of them. Okay. Lecture over.
As far as I can tell, the only two media agencies who received the photos and ran them were Perez Hilton and Media Take Out. Media Take Out has since pulled the photos. If you absolutely must see her full ass (there’s no vag or nipples) you can check out the photos here on Perez.
But you wanna know a secret?
She totally leaked these things herself.
Welcome to the big time, Adrienne.