Keep it together, grrrlfriend

By now, I assume everyone has seen the shots of Brit's vajayjay spread eagle on the Internet. I assume that because even my dad has seen them. He's retired, so there are clearly more hours in the day and less firewalls on the network to deal with when hunting this millenium's version of Vanessa Williams's Playboy and Penthouse pics.

I've seen the pictures and read a slew of snarky comments about how Britney's stability as a mother are surely undermined by her association with Par and Lind. It just seems to me that Brit is a wild child drawn to other people who have a penchant for partying like rock stars (note to Paris and Lindsay: I said like rock stars) and then doing a lot of PR clean-up over a Red Bull the next morning.

The thing that gets me are the frames and frames of vulva shots caught by the paparazzi that tell all of us that the Brazilian waxers are doing juuuuuust fiiiiiine in L.A.

What you do with your business is obviously your business, but I am one of those freaky feminists who tends to think that a grown woman's purposely nakey vulva is akin to some kind of strange pre-teen sexualization.  This is more of a guideline than a rule, but for this situation, I feel safe filing it under uncomfortable (and I don't just mean because of the itchy factor).  As for Brit, I don't get why she is going so Mickey Mouse Club in her post-Chaotic days.

While I'm sure I could get a thesis worth of analysis out of the Teen Beat Trio here, I will leave you with some other people's preaching on the subject: I highly recommend you check out this kickass commentary by Lisa Gabriele. The author put all I was thinking (and much, much more) together perfectly. I'm also getting a good giggle in while reading the ongoing commentary on Brit and friends here. While you're at it, be sure to read the post up on Britney's official website, clearly some clever writing and strategy by one of the (ahem) cheekier people on her staff.