What the hell is the problem with Rhianna and Britney Spears? These women rarely wear bras, and never seem to wear them with their most revealing every day attire. Britney's nipples are so far south, they are below her equator. As a woman of gifted cleavage, this look pains me - literally gives me pain in the chest every time I see her breasts pointing down to her knees.
Wear a bra, Britney! You are a chicken-fried, weave-rejected mess. Eeewwww, this just grosses me out.
And then there is Rhianna. Think she is cold and that is why she is holding herself? Nope, stupid little girl wore a loose shirt and no bra through the freakin' airport. Walking through security she gets stopped and tries to keep her breasts and pierced nipples from flashing out. Klassy with a capital K. Stars, they are just like us - and by us I mean stupid ass women who don't wear bras.
I am not a country music fan, but I have a warm spot for a few country musicians - Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton, and Patsy Cline. I actually bought the Dolly/Kenny Rogers Christmas album (shame, shame, shame) just for this song. These lyrics pretty much spell out my feelings this year. Dolly Parton, thank you for singing my feelings.
Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere Maybe I'll get a car Maybe I'll drive so far They'll all lose track Me, I'll bounce right back
Maybe I'll sleep real late Maybe I'll lose some weight Maybe I'll clear my junk Maybe I'll just get drunk on apple wine Me, I'll be just
Fine and Dandy Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down
I'll be fine and dandy Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow get me way down
Hey, maybe I'll learn to sew Maybe I'll just lie low Maybe I'll hit the bars Maybe I'll count the stars until dawn Me, I will go on
Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll just leave town Maybe I'll have some fun Maybe I'll meet someone And make him mine Me, I'll be just
Fine and dandy Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting throung tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down
I'll be fine and dandy Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down
I'll be fine and dandy Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down
'Cause I'll be fine (I'll be fine) Oh, I'll be fine Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll just leave town Maybe I'll have some fun Maybe I'll meet someone And make him mine Me, I'll be just
Fine and dandy Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down
Stars, they are just like us - and by us I mean stupid ass women who don't wear bras. 
