The funniest thing about the whole Britney "debate" (if there is one at this point
) is that now a bunch of hand-wringing simps are going into a song-and-dance, "boo hoo, it's so nasty and cruel and unfair to make snotty comments about her body."
Well, whose goddamn idea was it for her to stuff her cottage-cheese ass and flopping honkers in fishnets, compression panties and a kevlar bra, and prance and dance across the stage on (at least in theory) national TV??
If she didn't want to be judged on her sagging ass and flubbery gut, all she had to do was to put on a pair of pants and maybe a loose shirt or something, and maybe hit the gym for about six more months if she really wanted to parade herself all over the place, but she didn't, so now we get this bull$#$# whining, like we're picking on some poor sweet innocent little girl or something.
