this woman just turned 50, now she's on the cover of her album (where she sings with justin timberlake) in a leather one-piece with a wrestling championship belt with HARD CANDY (so subtle!) plastered across her rack.
this is by far the saddest (and most obvious) cry for attention i've ever seen.
"i'll show those kids i'm still young and hip and sexy! i'll find someone else young and hip and sexy and half my age and make everyone think we're BFF and that will make me valuable to society again! and then i'll get my face and boobs done and have lots of lipo and spread my legs in a leather bathing suit and PLAY DANCE MUSIC! YEAH!"
no.
hon, you're so old. think about your poor daughter. all this time you've spent getting face lifts and exposing your junk could have been spent teaching your daughter how not to be the next britney or paris.
although the fact that she is 12 and has her own stylist might suggest that you're not too interested in preventing that kind of future for her.
OLD OLD OLD OLD OLD OLD OLD.
