That's Mrs. Spears to You

Last night we watched the Matt Lauer hour-long interview with Brittany Spears. It's not the usual kind of progamming we watch but it was like some kind of horrible train wreck.

Spears announced that's she's "totally" a house wife now, that she spends her time cleaning and cooking. Yeah, I believe her, don't you?

I've $100 million under my matress and I think I'll spend the day vaccuuming.

Well, I don't know about that cleaning and cooking, but it sure looks like she's spent some time eating.

Now, that's just mean. Ok, I'll move on, then.

Spears, at one point begins to bawl about the papparazi. She wishes they would all just leave her alone.

I don't feel sorry for this bumpkin and I'll tell you why:

I recently read an interview with actress Helen Hunt, one of my favorites because she seems like she could be your neighbor no matter where you lived. The interviewer mentioned that there's never any bad publicity about Hunt, that she's always smiling and waving when someone has a camara pointed at her.

Hunt responded that you cannot let these take over your life. Don't give them a "story" and there won't be any "story". The papparazi do not wish for photos of Brittany Spears waving to the camara and smiling oh so politely--they want a photo of her dropping her baby on the sidewalk as she juggles a latte in the other hand.

I have a hard time feeling sorry for anyone with $100 million anyway.


But look! The girl is actaully barefoot and pregnant! I couldn't belive it! After hearing her talk--not the accent, I'm speaking about the way she responds to questions--Shawn said, "She makes Elvis look classy! Don't tell my mom I said that!"

"Elvis?" I retorted? "She makes Ted Kennedy look classy!"

So have we learned from our little experience of watching TV that we normally wouldn't watch? Look away from the carnage! Look away and keep driving!

A hundred million dollars? Boo hoo.