Britney: Setting The Bar Low Enough That We Can All Just Skip Right Over It. In Flip-Flops.

You gotta love Britney for her determination to be - all issues of trainwreckiness completely aside - as totally ordinary as anybody that you might see wandering the aisles of your local Target. You really do. Because she does it with such gusto.

I mean, here she is, getting into a private jet, after an afternoon jaunt to a baby shower with knocked-up little sister Jamie Lynn, with unwashed hair and clad in pink terry-cloth booty shorts. Clutching what looks to be a machine-dispensed coffee and a plastic Wal Mart bag. And don't even get me started on the wedge flip-flops.

(Wedge flip-flops? Can I say? One of the most incomprehensible clothing/footwear inventions of the 20th and 21st centuries. More incomprehensible than the sleeveless sweater, even. I mean, what are they for? Are they meant to make the ordinary flip-flop more dressy? The evening sandal less dressy? And, who can walk in them? They're a death trap in plastic, not unlike Heidi Montag's poly-blend not pants.)

Seriously. I think it's kind of adorable. I mean, I do like a bit of glamor (and apparent sanity) in my celebrities, but in her case I can make an exception. It's like she's making every effort to be anti-glamor. If she weren't so spacey I'd think that she was making a statement, but if she were making a statement it would actually ruin the effect for me a bit. It's the fact that she just so does not seem to give a f*ck that I find endearing. Because, you know, why bother? Everybody is just going to pick on you anyway, so why not be, like, totally comfortable and avail yourself of the low, low prices at WalMart while they take shots at you?

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