We're a little confused by Bonnie Fuller's Huffington Post tirade about Lynne Spears. Just a month ago, Fuller wrote a column on the Website thanking celebrity moms for making real moms feel better about themselves. "Every time that our girl [Britney Spears] cluelessly tries to whitestrip her toddler's teeth instead of brushing them or runs a red light with the court-appointed monitor and her two sons all strapped in her car," the tabloid queen wrote then, "working moms across the continent can set back our own personal guilt-meters about our mothering skills." Aw. Perhaps that's a little demented, but we can appreciate the sentiment. But today she no longer loves celebrity mothers. She hates them. Specifically, Britney's mom, Lynne, whom she accuses of not properly teaching her daughters about the birds and the bees, and inadvertently causing her young daughter's pregnancy. "Were you too busy pushing their careers to ever have this heart-to-heart with them?" the Star editorial director demands. "Were you too tied up lining up meetings with record company executives, TV networks, publicists and tour managers to check on whether you were instilling personal values and self-esteem in your daughters?"
At first, we thought it was the summer heat making us numb and irritable. But Us Weekly's recent "Hollywood's Hot Dads" cover, focused on the hot-as-lemonade Jason Priestley, confirmed that what we're actually suffering from is crippling gossip ennui. Even the tabloids are deathly bored of the current crop of celebrity shenanigans.