Anyone else experiencing déjà vu of
the worst kind? We all know how this goes. First comes the messy hair. Then
comes the weight gain. Starbucks overflowing Frappuccinos. Mystery food stains
on the clothing. Then the shaved head. Then beating the crap out of the
paparazzi with an umbrella. And then recording one of the greatest albums of
her career. Her Like A Prayer moment. Oh hang on. I think I’m looking forward
to the return of Trashney.
Trashney was spotted looking a
little worse for wear at some backyard BBQ cook-off. Tucking into the ribs and ‘tata
salad, no doubt. If her fiancé Jason Trawick is now appointed to manage her affairs,
couldn’t he at least have given her a hair brush?
People are saying that Jason is a
golddigger. I’ll wait to see their awful reality TV mini-series and his lame
attempts at a so-called “rap” career before I cast my judgement. Actually, I
think I’ll put in my two cents now: Jason is a big wig at a record label. He’s
quite high up the food chain. He works with the likes of Will.I.Am and is
possibly a millionaire many times over in his own right. I think he may be in
it for – shock, horror – the right reasons. Maybe he just really loves her?
Stranger things have happened. Her family approves after the carwreck that was
Fed-Ex and he’s good with the kids. The more pressing matter is Trashney’s
upcoming role on The X Factor. She can barely make it through an interview
these days, giving rehearsed answers she’s already given six times that day. I
miss the old Britney. She is legally a child. How can she give advice to the
hopefuls on the talent show? Should make for some interesting viewing at the
very least.
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