I heard...

Brit Brit was at my work today. I didn't see her, but remember when she did this?


And this?


That's when I realized there was a little Whitney in Britney. I know I'm supposed to obsess over someone more indie, like her



or her


and, don't get me wrong, they're lovely, but can a girl have a guilty pleasure?

Hooker with an eye for gold...

Ms. Bobby Gentry. Is or is not her dancing the most awkwardamazingness you ever saw?

And incase you grew up in a rural area in the 80's, too, Ms. Reba McEntire's own take on the most fantastic ode to the justification of prostitution the world has ever known.

It's like what would happen if you mixed an MJ mini-movie and Glamourshots. Which is to say I love it.

Midnight Cupcakes for Woeful Women

Because Red Velvet is not just a euphemism for vagina.









RV+Rainbow Chip Frosting= Way Better Than D