While we usually run posts like this to decide which male celebrity is hotter, we thought it was time to take things to a new level. No, today’s “It’s On” is not about who is a hotter mess, or who needs more of an intervention (because Spears already had hers…and it seems to be working!).

What we want to know is: who would you rather work for?

On the one hand, you have Ms. Spears: you would have to care for her children, interact with K-Fed, make numerous Starbucks runs, tell her those boots look good with that dress, and, most likely, crush up drugs and stick em in her Frap.

On the other hand, you have Amy Winehouse: you would have to travel to the seediest parts of London to get her drugs (in return for sexual favors in an alley), pick bugs/small animals out of her hair, assist her in making packages (of drugs) to send to her husband in jail, and try to get the vomit out of her couture dresses.

So, which trashy diva would you wanna work for?

So last night, around 8:00pm, I was sitting in my jammies eating Cheerios out of the box and watching “Intervention” on A&E (drug addicts getting a second chance, yes!), and was basically prepared to spend the night eating Cheerios in my jammies until bedtime, when a friend called me.

“Hey. I can get you into the Bon Jovi concert at Madison Square Garden tonight if you can get down here in 20 minutes.”

I sat on my futon, Cheerios on my knees, hair tied into a messy bun, body exhausted from a typically exhausting Monday, and considered this offer. Am I a big Bon Jovi fan? Not really. But tickets for this thing were going for thousands of dollars, it’s Madison f*cking Square Garden, and breaking up my nightly pattern of Reality TV watching and cereal eating wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Plus, where else could I wear my acid-washed cutoff mom jeans? (Note: this last sentence is not true.)

After putting on my make-up as fast as I could (and hoping the lights would be in full “80’s glow mode” to keep the rest of my post-work face at bay), I slapped on some clothes and tried to tease my hair as high as it would go (Note: this may not be true). I then pushed past the milieu of yuppies on my block and jumped into a cab. Read More »