Britney Spears: Lolita of the Mickey Mouse Club?

Okay, so I am supposed to be writing about books and television, but with my sleeping pills and the writers' strike, my subject matter has become seriously limited.

So much so that it allows me to justify including a Britney post.

Don't be haters, y'all.

While I resent getting minute-by-minute updates from the media on whether or not Britney wore shoes at Starbucks, I am inherently a gossip and there is nothing more fun to dish on than booty.

Hitting newstands tomorrow: the riveting revelation that Britney was sliding into home plate at 14.

I know kids these days are all 'sex is nothing, I have it just to kill time between skipping classes,' I still think 14 is young. I mean, I went to Girl Guide summer camp at 14 (and it was totally the best summer ever!).

Okay, so maybe Britney and I both have issues. But only one of us presently wears underwear on an ongoing basis so if panty regularity signals healthy self-esteem: 1 point for Amber, 0 for Brits.