There's a really funny post over on Citizen of the Month today.

He discusses how old you are based upon your knowledge of Britney Spears.

I've blogged about Britney before - mostly how I'm not a fan and that I think way too much press is given to her, but I felt like that about Madonna as well - (her singing - not her adoption status).

We just love celebrity lives, but I can't figure out why. I'm as interested as the next person though, because I do know that Britney was out partying for seven nights straight on her birthday and left her two young children at home.

Neil's post got it right. Even though I know about her, I wish I didn't.

He tagged me as middle aged based upon my uninterested interest.

Gasp. I'm middle aged. Yep.

Nancy Grace also had a whole TV show about Britney's kids going to foster care because she was out partying for a few, (seven!) nights straight. Nancy was outraged and shouted at the screen:

"Where are her children? Who is taking care of her children?"

It's called Grandma Nancy. Grandma was there to watch the children. Lucky Britney.

I'm a bit pissed off as I write this. Britney is lucky enough to have two great kids, and she's out partying leaving them without their mom.

It could be a case for foster care, but I don't really think that'll happen.

Britney's publicist will pull it together for her and teach her how to be a doting mom before it is too late for her career.

Although some say this bad publicity will help her next record sales.

How sad.

Motherhood should be about the children.

Hummm I better go read more of Neil. I went from laughing to grumpy while writing this post - I need to go laugh again.