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While her wax doppelganger clings to a deluxe stripper pole currently installed at Madame Tussaud's, the real Britney Spears is left desperately clinging to the metaphorical stripper pole of her own sanity, as she watches what's left of her marriage tumble to the ground like ashes from so many half-smoked Philly Blunts. Not a week after her wrathful poem, "Remembrance of Who I Am" (soon to be required reading in all college Feminist Lit courses) appeared on her website, The Scoop notes that, according to Us Weekly, husband/askew-hat-enthusiast Kevin Federline has been leaking stories to his pals, which they in turn have been selling to the tabloids:

"Britney knows Kevin tells his friends information, knowing they will leak it to tabloids," a source close to Spears told Us. She has taken to not telling her hubby certain things — including that she was going to announce her pregnancy on David Letterman — for fear the info would be leaked to his buddies. "They sell stories for money. ... She is sick of him using her for them to profit."

We'd encourage the increasingly emboldened, manchild-hating Spears to take the K-Fed amputation plunge now, before she soon finds herself the subject of an unflattering, first person National Enquirer cover story, entitled "'Britney Is More In'erested In Baby Feedin' Than Supportin' My New CD, Droppin' Soon. Word.'"