You know something’s off when the famous daughter has to out-pose her mom. Dina adores being in the spotlight even more than effed-up Linds does. Is that why D carelessly parties on while her rehab-visiting kid downs vodka? No wonder L.L. has relationship—and myriad other—issues.
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Why wouldn’t Lynne be all smiles? She made money off of writing a book about both of her daughters' troubles. Maybe if she wasn’t foaming at the mouth for Brit’s moola she would have seen that one bald daughter and another pregnant teenage one doesn’t exactly scream “all is well in the Spears family.”
There’s no question Jamie has been much more productive when it comes to handling B’s money and her public sanity. But there’s still something fishy going on with this overeager conservator. He’s having a bit of a power trip, and we’re told from some peeps inside Camp Brit that Jamie’s motives might be a little cash-driven, too. More on that later.
Chris Brown’s mother needs to stop chillin’ and “hanging out” with her son and start acting like a damn parent, pronto. Instead of sunbathing in Miami with Chris a week after the Rihanna sitch went down, maybe J should teach him a lesson on how to treat women. Like not hitting them, for starters.
Kath’s nowhere near as bad as the other moms on this list. Probably because she had her own money before her kids brought in the green (of course, it was her husband’s loot, but let’s forget all about that). Still, doesn’t mean Kathy should be out partying it up next to her twentysomething daughters more than with her own buds—just smacks of Lohanitis. Paris’ sizzle would have lasted longer, too, were she taught a tad more reserve. I mean, you bitches are from Bel-Air, not Torrance, act like it, already!
Don’t know about you, but I, for one, simply cannot wait for Paris, Prince and Blanket Jackson’s jointly authored copy of Demented Daddie Dearest. Hopefully, it’ll be out in time for Jackson’s global tour stopover in Reykjavik.
Jackson didn’t learn this hang-out-your-kids-to-make-a-buck stuff from nowhere. And sure, everybody blames Michael’s hardass, intolerant, greedy father, Joe, but mom just stood by and let it happen, which is just as bad.
Tina’s possibly worse than Dina in the sense that Beyoncé’s mom has to get in on every venture of B’s. Everything. (At least Dina just mainly wants to share cozy bathroom-stall chats with her daughter.) It hardly stops at wardrobe, for which T.K. needs some serious pointers. But hey, at least T didn’t date one of Beyoncé’s BFFs. We’ll leave that creep job to her pop.
It’s not that Candy is mooching off of Tori. Quite the opposite, kinda. But C (whom we do heart as much as the fab, spunky Tori) needs to be the more mature one and friggin’ end whatever media feud is still going on with her and her little girl. Like, this book war is not helping. Be the good parent Michael Lohan could never be and squash the public bickering. Yesterday.
Or as we prefer to call her, Dina 2.0. At lease Lohan isn’t raiding Lindsay’s closet. Actually, Hayden doesn’t even flaunt as much as Leslie does here. A MILF she may be, but 19 she is not. Leave the twins at home, somewhere Les might want to get familiar with too.
When motherhood meets fame whoring. Nadya Suleman is a pretty sizeable disgrace to moms out there who are genuinely struggling to support large families. Like this be-yotch refused outside help at first unless a reality TV show was attached? She really does make Angelina (we were debating putting her on here, too, before Octomom swooped in) look like a saint.