So, I generally shy away from commentary on the train wreck/punchline that is Britney Spears. I kind of skim the reportage now, looking for the phrase “found dead.” When I realize she’s still taking up valuable oxygen, I go back to my Fruity Pebbles and wonder if a middle aged man wearing footy pajamas is cool and retro or just sad.
So the tally is in for the precise military style operation that was BS’s trip to the hospital.
$25,000. (Or as Britney would say “Twenty-five thousand trips to the Dollar Store.”)
Yup. That’s right. Apparently the City of Los Angeles thinks Britney Spears is worth the money and hassle. So much so that:
“Los Angeles City Councilman Dennis Zine announced this morning he plans to push for an ordinance that would create a minimum "personal safety zone" around individuals targeted by the media. "I don't want a repeat of what happened to Princess Diana with a celebrity in Los Angeles," he said. "We had to have 12 officers" escort Britney, and they could have been fighting crime elsewhere.”
Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have gotten all this publicity. And in the City of Angels, whatever your day job, it is usually preceded by “actor/ . . .”
The cops probably thought they’d get their SAG card if any of the footage showed up on TV.
“Police officials defended the cost, saying that aggressive paparazzi required the dozen police officers.“
Uh . . . have you ever heard the phrase “don’t feed the animals?” Miss BS feeds the paps like they were stray cats. The attention is the only thing keeping her alive.
But for anyone who heard her last album or her loverly hybrid Brit/Coon Ass accent (I guess it’s half-Brit, half-ney), you really gotta think there are better ways to spend 25 Grand. I wonder what Dr. Kervorkian could do for that kind of scratch?