An Open Letter—In Defense of Britney Spears

Posted by Veronica Santiago Categories: Award Shows, Music, MTV, Editorial, Gossip

Dear Video Music Awards viewers:

We’re probably all tired of talking about Ms. Spears and her disastrous performance by now…but I’d been thinking about The Biggest Loser premiere last night and I just had to get this off my chest:  Britney isn’t fat.

Yes, she’s bigger now than we she last appeared on the VMAs.

Yes, she would have looked better in the corset.

Yes, I’m sick of this alter-stripper persona that she has taken on.

But dang—I thought she looked pretty good for someone who’d drinking frozen margaritas non-stop.  And heck, I’m just happy she didn’t wear those ugly brown boots onstage!

You can call her a train wreck, bad mother, lost child all you want….but let’s lay off the weight.

Yeah, you heard me right.  I’m actually defending Britney.  But make no mistake—I’m only defending her on this one issue.  For those of you who read my first open letter to Britney, I still stand behind everything I said then.

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Hey Paula!  I’m Not Done Talking To You…

Posted by Veronica Santiago Categories: Prime Time, Reality, Bravo, American Idol, Editorial

This one goes out to Paula Abdul:

Seriously, Paula—you have got to be freakin’ kidding me!!!

Before I just considered you to be pathetic….but now I’m this close to saying I flat out loathe you.  After having watched the latest episode of Hey Paula, I’m certain you’ve at least lost all my respect. OK! magazine may have the pics that could destroy Britney’s career, but Bravo has been airing your career destroyer for weeks now.

C’mon—are you seriously telling me that you imposed on your stylist to do your interior decorating for you? (Uhhh, he does your hair and makeup).  A house you never even bothered to go see???  Then you complained when you saw the end result???  Well maybe if you bothered to stop shopping so that you could meet with the designer, she would have known what you wanted!  Besides, it was a rental house—you’re not going to live there forever!

I know I’ve said it before, but I will go ahead and say it again:  I don’t care how much you cry—I don’t feel sorry for you. Now stop talking about the neck pain!

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