A woman in denial.

In denial of the fact that the man she married has no musical talent. That he's a cheater and a dumper and will probably dump her too once he bilks her for all she's worth. In denial of the fact that aforementioned cheater, dumper, and general layabout has enough of her money to buy himself a record and hawk it on the streets because NO RECORD COMPANY WANTS HIM.

But what is most disturbing to me is her denial of her size. She looks cute. Even now she looks cute. But the pants? Have GOT TO GO. Just GET A BIGGER SIZE, it's not hard, CIVILIANS DO IT EVERY DAY.


Even commoners know that the quickest way to lose five or even ten pounds is to buy the next size up.

And Britney? A woman who can afford to buy her scumbag husband a 200k car can also afford to GET HER DUMB PANTS HEMMED UP. GOSH.

Nothing says fashion faux pas like denial of reality.

Right. Photos courtesy of this lot.