It is not surprising the sad state of the Spears family.  I fault the mother for pimping her daughter out to the Rat (Disney) and the mighty St. Nick.  Working for the mouse can be a hard life: long hours away from home; brutal dance rehearsals; unrealistic expectations; and being paid only in cheese and money, lots of money.

It is hard to imagine a family that knows less about men, marriage, parenthood and life then The Sisters Spears.  It is an unholy alliance, giving your children over to the Disney machine, at the expense of dating in the real world and making normal mistakes with boys, like falling in love too quickly or trusting too early.  But when your life has been suspended in Tinkerbelle’s pixie dust and you are forever a child, even when you grow up and become a full grown adult with children of your own you still want to live in Celebrity Never Never Land.

But your kids can’t live with you there.

I think that is what has happened here.  The Sisters Spears have never grown up, never made mistakes.  So when they make them now theTerroratzzii there to capture every misstep.

I would hate to have all my less than stellar moments photographed and disbursed in full color to every star-gaulker in the known world.  For example, there is no photograph of the time that I wore a vintage dress to new years and it split when my date when to dip me.  Or the time when I was at a charity auction and I put a bid on what I thought was a limo ride in a vintage car in it turned out to be purchasing the vintage car.

I am glad that it was just me but I have a sneaking suspicion that without the cameras on them, that they would be even worse.