Forgetting the (ridiculous) pro-life sentiments this piece of art is trying to put across, I still can't look at this thing seriously at all. I mean, ew. The bearskin rug. Also the serene expression whilst the cooter is thrust into the air (note there are no rear views of the sculpture). I do love my Britney. But there are no words for this thing. Where are her P.R. people? WHO is telling her these things are a good idea??