Yes, I'm talking about Britney Spears. I don't want to, but I can't help it.
After a week that has included two less-than-daylong stints in rehab (yes, two, read about the latest one here), a shaved head and a couple of tattoos, Britney's mother is no where in sight.
I'll admit, I don't know the inner workings of their relationship and maybe she's in this messy mix, desperately trying to save her daughter, but I haven't seen her and all signs point to her not being there.
Maybe I'm overstepping my bounds, telling a grown woman how to raise her adult child. But I know if I had two young children, was divorcing a deadbeat husband and started partying all the time with some questionable characters, as soon as my mother got wind of it, she would be on my doorstep. Supposedly Britney's mother is who encouraged her to go into rehab to begin with, which I commend, but it seems like the girl needs more than the help of a bunch of strangers.
Yes, Britney's an adult and free to live her life as she chooses. But even adults need their moms sometimes and this seems like one of those times.
On another, completely unrelated note, this is the funniest story I've read in the last seven days. This is proof that those of us living in apartments need to be aware of what other people hear coming from our homes.