Far be it from me...

to criticize another person's parenting skills...

Oh, wait.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Having never been pursued by the paparazzi, since, apparently, getting your children to school on time, every morning of the school year, garners no awards, or accolades (especially from those same children, who inherited their mother's morning people skills), I've never known how scary it must be, to have your every move, videotaped, or photographed. It has to be more than annoying, to have your every grocery receipt published, your trips to the gas station bathroom, tabloid fodder (but seriously, you can get flip flops for like $2.50 from Old Navy), your every move tracked.

However.

There is, just no way, in my own little pea-brain, I've found a way, to be remotely sympathetic, to Britney Spears. I've never been a fan, can't stand her singing (if you even want to call that warbling she does, singing), but in the past two years, she's gone from being a moderately annoying pop celebrity, to being a trainwreck. I find myself wanting to just *shake* the crap out of her. All that changed, the minute I saw the pictures of her driving, on a HIGHWAY, with her infant son, on her damn lap.

What the FUCK?

"I'm being aggressively pursued by people, enough so that I'm scared for my well-being, so I'll just snuggle up my infant on my lap, and hop on the freeway, so as to avoid them".

I'm blown away, by not only her lack of understanding, of just how dangerous that really is, but the local authorities choosing not to press charges.

If I can garner, not one, but two, "Failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign" tickets, on basically deserted streets, how can they *not* write her a ticket, make her take a damn parenting class, or, even more appropriately, have a little sit down with the parents of a child lost in a car accident? Especially considering, they've got a picture of the crime in action?

Reality check @ Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net