A week ago, it was the Detroit Mayor gettin’ jiggy on America’s text messaging airwaves. This week, it’s Britney’s boyfriend wannabes.
Yes, I invoked Britney. Why, you ask, are people so stupidly obsessed with what’s going on with this ditz while there’s a war on AND an election on? Simple: Britney’s public flameouts have become one massive, slowly and dramatically unrolling train wreck, and it’s difficult NOT to notice a trainwreck. Not to mention it’s happening to someone who was the idol of teenyboppers everywhere just a few years ago, and who guys lusted after. Until these two douches took it upon themselves to wreck her mind and turned her into this blubbering, head-shaving, kid-custody-losing, umbrella-busting mess.
But I’m not interested in that, specifically. What I AM interested in is the little text-message tiff between the two douche-suitors, that the Paparazzi picked up on, thanks to the gignormous screen on one of the douche’s very-photogenic iPhone.
Recommendation: as you read the text messages, be sure to play the iPhone theme song in the background. Because that’s how iPhone likes it, buddy.
Advice to scummy hollywood-hipster types: If you’re boffing an insane celebrity with a jealous equally-scummy agent, please make sure that your chic candy-phone is concealed from prying camera lenses when you’re exchanging NON-kissy-poo messages about who is better entitled to be a bad influence.
Because drama on iPhones makes the baby Steve Jobs cry.
