Oops, I Vid It Again

I can’t remember the last time this country has been as ebullient about a vote for sanity versus “Staying The Course” as they were last week when Britney filed for divorce from her husband, Kevin Federline. Oh, sure, sure there was that little trifle of a thing called the 2006 mid-term Congressional elections, but nothing captures the American imagination like a Britney Spears marriage. Short or shorter , this particular dalliance had the added attraction of producing not one but two children and the now standard issue sex tape of the rich and famous.
And the fact of the matter is, despite her increasingly overstayed welcome on our pop cultural radar screen, aren’t we all just a little curious about what’s on that tape. Is he hung? Did she finger him? Does he like to have his ass licked? His nipples tweaked? His balls pulled on? Is he a pre-cummer? Does he shoot a wad or what? Since we’ve all quickly moved passed the this-isn’t-your-parents-newlywed-couple stage in our cultural evolution, don’t we have a right to see that tape? I personally have supported Ms. Spears in many, many ways. I was there at the beginning when the critics lacerated her and cried with her through not one, but two messy divorces. I deserve to see that tape, damnit!

--MOC BLOGGER