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The most hunted animal in the U.S., Britney Spears, was spotted crying outside of her home and pleading with the paparazzi for privacy after a heated argument with “very good friend” Sam Lufti tonight. Although Britney’s parents are — shockingly — at her home, she called “caring boyfriend” Adnan Ghalib to pick her up. Adnan is reportedly driving down the freeway at 100 MPH in an effort to escape his paparazzi brethren, whose cameras are no doubt cocked and loaded. Just like Adrian Grenier’s sweatpants.
And so the hunt continues.
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All she has to do is lay low for a while. She must really be stupid, you don’t let them catch you crying outside your house and telling them all your personal biz!
January 29th, 2008 at 4:49 am - ReplyCrying outside of her house, asking for privacy. Not inside her house, where she would have privacy. She just can’t live without a moment of attention, can she?
January 29th, 2008 at 6:56 am - ReplyI went out to a lovely dinner to take a break from Brit and what does she do? Have a meltdown. God forbid I have a life, Britney. She’s so selfish!
January 29th, 2008 at 10:25 am - ReplyIt’s kinda like she’s in that teeny stage, where her mom is at home and she wants to date the bad boy–mom got mad, and instead of calling the girlfriends all night on the phone in her room, she’s out on the curb, trying to smoke cigs (shhhhh! don’t tell mom!). Maybe she is at an emotional maturity level of 12 or 13 right now.
January 29th, 2008 at 11:59 am - ReplyWhat do you suppose would happen if,
January 29th, 2008 at 3:22 pm - Replyfor a few weeks, the photographers
did NOT camp on her doorstep, or follow
her car? — if, for a few weeks, no
tabloid or magazine put her on the
cover? — if no one would pay for a
single picture of her? Would she enact
ever more bizarre dramas and traumas, or
would she simply fade away?
Kathleen, I think that’s wishful thinking that she’d simply fade away. I expect it would be more likely she’d be throwing herself onto the hoods of papparazzi cars and swinging stripper-style on traffic poles. She’s already working it for all she’s worth, trying to keep the cameras close.
January 29th, 2008 at 4:09 pm - ReplyOh library Kathleen, I’d love to find out. Britney’s dramas seem more and more scripted solely for our entertainment. I agree she’s troubled, but in the midst of this-or along with this–is the insatiable desire for attention. There are a lot of things that can be done to control her pap issues that are not being done. Restraining orders for the more aggressive offenders, burly body guards, police intervention when leaving home to make sure no paps follow after her car. Assistants for those late night drug store runs. And oh yeah, and here’s the biggie; NOT dating and partying with them. That being said, I do hope that she will get the help she needs soon.
Meanwhile, someone should create a web page solely dedicated to exposing the paparazzi. Who they are, their arrests records, pics of them going about their daily non-pap business. We can call the site paparazzi.com, or papsexposed.com, or the brave and sassy, papsmear.com. Turnabout IS fair play.
January 29th, 2008 at 4:16 pm - ReplyI vote for papsmear.com! Ok, peeps, get to work!
January 29th, 2008 at 4:24 pm - ReplyYou know what they say, “It’s when they stop talking about you is the time you have to worry.”
January 30th, 2008 at 6:44 am - ReplyHer career is in the toilet, her marriage is over, and her kids are history. All she has left is mugging for the cameras.
She’s Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard:
“All right, Mr DeMille, I’m ready for my close up.”
If she was poor she’d be hanging around the bus station in her slutty outfits, cadging change and cigarettes and hitting on the rednecks who are just passing through.
January 30th, 2008 at 11:42 am - ReplyThanks all. You’re so right, as usual.
And PapSmear — definitely the right name for
the Web site!
And, I’m thinking the next stop for the
January 30th, 2008 at 2:57 pm - ReplyBritwreck is a biography (trade paperback,
to be sold everywhere) “as told to” some
ghost writer, with the subsequent requisite visits to Oprah, Larry, and all the
other talking heads.