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Apparently it’s clips day on The Beet.
Up now, Kevin Federline delivers a particularly uninspiring rendition of his “song” on the Teen Choice Awards. The good news here is that it turns out his wife can introduce a mediocre performer and chew gum at the same time. She just keeps getting smarter.
I’d like to begin by issuing an apology to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. In a post last month, I was unnecessarily harsh to the couple, ranting and raving about how insane, fame-whorish, and bad-parenty it was for them to allow a wax likeness of their two-month-old child to be photographed for money.
Compared to Britney Spears, Pitt & Jolie are the Cleavers. (Is there actually anyone alive today who ever watched Leave it to Beaver? Why do we still say things like that? I have no idea who the Cleavers are and you don’t either.)
Ms. Spears said an assortment of very retarded and childhood-ruining things while in the presence of People magazine’s writing staff, and I’d like to summarize the highlights. While Brad and Angelina waited until their baby had a good solid two months of footing in this world before demonstrating publicly that she’s nothing more than a long-term PR stunt, Britney formally announces she didn’t really want her baby while it’s still in utero. “It just kind of happened,” said Britney, by which she means “I meant to to take my birth control, ya’ll, but I was too damn stoned, you know? Oh-muh-gahd. Fee?”
It’s also nice to see that Britney’s in touch with the real reason she wanted to get knocked up in the first place: “It makes me feel needed and wanted,” she says, “so I like it.”
It’s so clear now: when international superstardom, worldwide adoration, mountains of cold hard cash and a steady diet of bong hits and McDonalds just won’t heal that empty ache within, you know you’re ready to be a mom.
So let’s catch up, shall we?
For no discernable reason whatsoever, Justin Timberlake went on record with Vanity Fair to announce his unbridled ire for the vocal stylings of American Idol’s Taylor Hicks. From MSN:
â€œPeople think he looks so normal, and heâ€™s so sweet and heâ€™s so earnest, but he canâ€™t carry a tune in a bucket,â€ Timberlake told Fashion Rocks, a supplement of Vanity Fair. Timberlake also thinks that Hicksâ€™ fame is fragile. â€œIf [Hicks] has any skeletons whatsoever, if God forbid, heâ€™s gay, and if all these people in Mississippi who voted for him are like [then he takes on a thick southern accent], â€˜Oh my god, I voted for a queer!â€™ Itâ€™s just too much pressure.â€
We get it, Justin. You smoke weed, you sport a tat, you’re banging Jordan Catalano’s ex, and you’ve risen to that pined-for pinnacle of your career at which your album titles can eschew the space bar entirely. No more Mr. Nice Guy for you, JT. You are hardcore, and what better way to put the nail in your boy-band image coffin than to go on record questioning both the vocal skills and heterosexuality of last season’s AmIdol winner? You are so. Fucking. Cool. Yo.
Regarding his raven-haired former flame, he says “I dated Britney half my life, but I donâ€™t know that woman anymore.â€ Okay. Memo to Brit: the win-him-back plan didn’t work. Cut your losses now.
I know it’s hard to believe that anything at all got edited out of the Chaotic footage for fear of reflecting poorly on Britney, but if there’s any such gem, I’d assert that this is it.
Please, please, please watch until the very end. If you stop early you’ll miss the conversation on time travel.
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