Look, I'm no fan of Britney Spears, either, and not just because of the brainless pop princess, kinder-whore image she fostered and sold back when people (not me) still considered her an artist. And not just because of her hypocrisy about how squeaky clean she was and what a good little virgin she was when really she was smoking and drinking and fucking Justin Timberlake. Oh, and then there's also that lovely little video clip of her instructing us all to "trust our president," the memory of which caused me to feel absolutely no guilt as I gleefully derided her very public, head-shaving mental crack up. And from what I saw of her performance last night, yeah, her booty-shaking skills have atrophied somewhat since the last time anyone saw her strut around onstage in a shiny bikini.