Now, I know what you’re thinkin’ and you’re absolutely right: it’s not so much a crime of fashion as it’s a crime of, I don’t know, humanity, maybe, what’s happening to this poor girl right now. I mean, I can’t even bring myself to make fun of her any more because it’s TOO DAMN SAD. What’s happening here, Brit? Cry for help, much? First you check into rehab. For, like, an hour or something. Then you check back out of rehab. Then you shave your head. And get a tatoo. And everyone’s saying that you’re all "I totally don’t want to lose my prechus baby boys!" and yet here you are again, this time in a cheap blonde wig, all in our faces and cryin out for help.

It’s a shame, Britney. I don’t know if it’s post natal depression, or if you’ve just plain LOST YOUR MIND, but I think it’s time to get some help, Brit. For the love of God, please get some help….

Love,
The Fashion Police

p.s. Your clothes have been much better lately, though! And at least we haven’t seen your crotch in a while!

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