Cover up already Britney!

Normally, I wouldn’t do a post about the exploits of the empty headed, attention seeking, starlets who run wild in Hollywood.  What’s the point?  The main reason that the tabloids exist is to chronicle every dumb move that they make.  And who wants to read about clueless celebrities anyway?  Oh, I forgot.  Apparently everyone.

 

I couldn’t help thinking about the latest exploits of Britney Spears though, going around without knickers, flashing her couchie indiscriminately for the world to see.

 

Now I have no problem with a lass going without panties.  The Lord knows that I have been guilty of that on more than a few occasions.  Actually I’m happiest with less.  Less clothes that is.  I’ve always said I could live happily in a nudist colony.  I don’t really wear clothes at home and for years now, I’ve taken to sleeping sans knickers even if I’m wearing a top.

 

I must have known intuitively that it was good for the fanny because during a recent Tyra episode she had a gynaecologist (sp) come on and encourage women to sleep without panties.  Apparently our little honey pots need airing out time and the best time for that was during sleep.  Well, since I’ve been doing this for years, I felt vindicated, even though no one had levied any accusation.  Secretly I had felt it was quite degenerate of me (deliciously so!), but did it anyway. 

 

But I digress from the reason for this post.  Back to Miss Spears and her penchant for airing her supposed-to-be secret bits in public.

 

Back in the good ole days, whenever a Hollywood starlet wanted to show some skin, they’d call up the ever accommodating Hugh Hefner who was always happy to facilitate their desire for a spread (pun intended) in his infamous Playboy magazine.

 

Somehow that old-fashion way of publicly exposing oneself appeals to me more than what seems to be the current fashion.  It looks a bit more ‘tidy’.  The starlet gets her desire for public viewing of her private bits.  She’s paid for it and because it seems like a well-thought out, (not to mention lucrative) decision, her reputation remains fairly unsullied.

 

What’s with cheapening what supposed to be hidden treasure by flashing it around for all and sundry to see? 

 

Why deprived the men the (debatable) pleasure of purchasing a Playboy or Penthouse magazine in order to view the no longer private parts of the famous?

 

Think of the harm to the world’s economy.  Playboy/Penthouse stop selling because what normally was paid for is just a mouse click away.   Layoffs, redundancies everywhere as the Playboy/Penthouse magazines and their distributors everywhere (including in Jamaica) try to survive the new immorality order.