I’m grateful for the press sometimes. For example, without them, I wouldn’t even know that there was this new sculpture of Britney Spears giving birth. I wouldn’t know it was controversial. And I wouldn’t know that the reason it was controversial was because it’s a pro-life commentary of some sort.
Thank the gods for that last part, too, because if I were to see the damned thing, I’d never figure out on my own that it was a pro-life statement. No, being a little familiar with Brit’s “creative” output and having accidentally caught a few seconds of her “reality” show a few months back, I’d be more likely to see vapid trailer trash doggie style on the most expensive bear-skin rug Wal*Mart sells, a-fixin’ to spit another drooling celebrity hillbilly brat into the world, and I’d think it was a call for more abortion.
Shows you what I know, huh? And I guess it’s still more proof, if you need any, that you don’t have to be any brighter to be a sculptor than you do to be a softcore faux-virgin Christian pop star.
God Bless America.