Good God. Watching a pregnant, weeping Britney Spears last night on Dateline NBC was disturbing. She wore an outfit that had three quarters of her cleavage hanging out. She seemed like she was dressed for her back yard instead of a National TV interview. I honestly felt pity for her. Doesn't she have a crew of publicists and managers that can give her advice of how to dress and present herself? I could never get by without my team of publicists and my posse. That's just how I roll.
