About what, you might ask? What could possibly make Jay, stupid mama-joke laugh at "that's what she said" Jay, pensive?
Well, not much to be honest. Basically, while I was perusing the New Yorker, the Paris Review, and the London Review of Books this evening after my long work session in the Hahvahd library, I came across this clip of Britney Spears. Somehow. In between black and white comics.
Anyhow, I watched this clip in between sips of a 1990 Bordeaux that was simply transcendant. Orchestral even...a symphony of delicate flavors. A cello of black currant complimented nicely by the brassy trumpety mouthfeel with just the slightest flute of lavender. Divine.
(By this I mean I came home, opened a bag of Rold Gold Sourdought pretzels, cracked a Mich Light, and surfed over to the Superficial.)
Anyway, I do find this video very disturbing. I mean, I don't really know what Britney Spears is doing in this parking lot or how unannounced it is, or how all the cameramen knew where to be...but it is absolutely insane how there's just this cloud of photographers swarming around you in dense packs just eager to exploit your flaws, expose your bad side, and generally invade your privacy. Now I'm not saying that the paparazzi should lay off, or that celebrities deserve their privacy...(because honestly, you're an star because you like attention)...but it is very unsettling to actually see what it's like for them everyday.
Two other notes:
1) When crazy lady comes to yell at Britney, I do like how the photographers come to her defense.
2) It's worth watching just to see the camera guy fall.
4 comments:
1) why are you watching this?
2) which one is britney spears?
3) what about the what what? is that a kind of wine?
j
1) Everybody has their guilty pleasures. For some it's Doestoevsky, for others it's gossip blogs that mock celebrities. (and beer)
2) She's the dark haired one.
3) Yes, 1990 was a particularly good year for Bordeaux, according to my Zagats.
Her sister is hotter than she is.
RS
because DListed is a bajillion times funnier! And yes, I am emailing you rather than commenting because it is my secret shame that I will never confess in public unless, say, a 14 year old kid threatens me at gunpoint.
-(Email from Mystery Poster. Admit or be outed.)
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