Britney bras?

Here's another thing that goes right over my head, because I'm obviously not smart enough to understand business and good promotion. Britney Spears has launched her own line of underwear or lingerie, if you must, and here she is on some little junket where she's peddling this crap. Don't make me look up the name of her cough, company. I really don't want to know, it's probably something shitty and stupid that has to do with rainbows and believing in yourself. Barf. But, anyhow, Britney shows up for this crap dressed in an ill fitting jumpsuit with...no underwear. Clearly no bra there and we all know she hates underpants. I mean, all of us have seen her poorly shaved hoo ha. So, what's the deal? If she won't wear it, why should I?

I also don't care that she broke up with Normal Dave because he cheated on her with a porn star. He was a bad gold digger. At least the porn chick wasn't a trannie. That seems to be the most popular thing to cheat on a rich pop star with. Anyhow, now Brit says Daddy can't pick her boyfriends anymore. She'll do it herself. Good for her. Though, one does have to think back to K-Fed and the True Love, errr, Chaotic reality show. Oh, and Adnan Galib, wasn't that the name of that pap she dated? What ever. I refuse to bother to google it...or cap google. Bite me, spell check. I can't wait to see who she chooses to fill Normal Dave's shoes. You go, Britney. But, maybe, just maybe..hear me out...you should put on a bra to sell bras. Come on, it's not like I told you to touch up your roots or hire a tailor. Just put on a bra.