I’m worried how much Britney Spears is being bigged up by everyone of late.

Her miming and not-show-stopping dancing on the X Factor yesterday wasn’t particularly exceptional - but she got a standing ovation from The X Factor’s judge. She’s received similar reactions whenever she’s performed or appeared recently and her MTV VMAs & MTV Europe Awards successes seemed a little too easy.

I appreciate that she’s not had a great few years and she’s been battling some demons, and I, as much as anyone, want her to get back on top mentally (I’m not so bothered about her professional comeback but if she needs that to be happy, then I guess so be it) - but I worry that this type of bolstering is just storing up trouble for the future.

It’s great that she feels loved and wanted by the pop world - but as the overly-exaggerated cheerleading continues, it seems increasingly false. If she bases her self-esteem on that then realises it’s false, she’ll crash down again. She’ll feel used by her management/record company and the cycle will repeat itself.

With that story about Nicole Kidman living in Nashville, we hit the 10,000 stories mark here on Fametastic.

When we hit 8000 posts in May this year, I worked out that the stories were on average about 350words long, so between the various people writing for the site over the (nearly three) years, we’ve written around 3.5million words. Which is quite a lot.

I can’t say this year - even just the time since hitting the 8000 mark in May - has been an easy one for Fametastic. A lot of things haven’t gone as planned and it’s quite stressful for me being the sole writer for the last few months (as well as the managing editor and the billion other things I do) but all the new photo and video content is making me happier and making the site more fun.

If you have any suggestions on how we can improve things around here, please do let me know. We’ve still got some big developments in the works (one of the things that definitely hasn’t gone to plan, they should have been ‘live’ in … April) and I think a redesign may be in order too - so do let me know what you like or dislike about the site, who you like/dislike reading about, whether you want pictures/videos/written stuff/polls/whatever, and I’ll see what I can do. :)

It occurred to me yesterday that Taylor Swift is in an interesting position.

All her contemporaries - Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, the Jonas Brothers etc - are all Disney stars and so contract bound to maintain a particular image - but Taylor isn’t.

While she obviously appeals to a similar conservative audience so isn’t suddenly going to brand herself as the next Pussycat Doll anything, she’s doesn’t have to be quite so pure as those aimed primarily at the tween market need to be.

She’s already referenced that there was tensions between her and Joe Jonas over his management’s refusal to let their relationship go public, and suggested he cheated on her with new girlfriend Camilla Belle. If I was Joe Jonas, I’d probably be quite worried about what she’ll say next.

Unlike with Nick Jonas and Miley Cyrus - where any admissions would seriously affect both, Taylor has more power to damage his pure, good boy image - as the fast reaction to the cheating claim shows. (Camilla will also have this power if/when they time comes - probably even more so because it’s her primary claim to fame right now. 10,000 BC, schen thousand BC.)

Any kiss-and-tells would probably damage their chances on the Disney dating scene in the future - but they’re both getting a bit old for it anyway. It would have to be some really serious revelations for it to really affect their adult dating lives - although I suspect many publicists would advise shy stars against dating a blabbermouth unless there was a public interest angle to it. I guess that’s the crux of the issue: if they chose, stars are, of course, entitled to private lives and particularly private sex lives - but if they’re practising one thing and preaching another, then it’s hypocritical and hypocrisy should be exposed.

I was watching the new Futurama film last night (Bender’s Game - one word review: meh. I heart Futurama but not D&D or any other fantasy stuff so just got a bit bored.) and I realised Mom looked very familiar.

It wasn’t just all the other times I’d seen her in the cartoons or that time I battled her in the great X-Box Futurama game - it was something else.

Then it hit me: Madonna.

Momdonna.

Separated at … the face-lift clinic?

To those 62,431,681 in the US - you know who you are - I say thank you. We don’t get a say in it but it affects us all around the world too.

Given we’re a celebrity gossip blog, we’ve not really covered the election (aside from Paris Hilton’s campaign videos of course) but it is something I personally care about deeply and I stayed up until 4:30am GMT watching the states turn different colours on BBC News, reading the constant election Twitter feed, and watching the percentage of precincts reporting creeping up to decide the battlefield states on CNN’s website.

When the west coast turned blue at 4am, I was a happy duck. I think as soon as Ohio went about, what? 2:30am it was pretty much in the bag but I wanted to see it happen because imagine going to sleep thinking everything was fine then waking up to find the opposite had happened.

As much as he uses the word, I don’t think Barack Obama is going to make sweeping changes to the way things are done - and certainly not overnight - but I believe he’s going to be better for the world than McCain/Palin would have been (and certainly better than Bush has been) and for now, that’s enough.

Now, on with the celebrity tittle tattle.

I’m utterly loved-up. I have been for a long time now and think (and hope) it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives.

I completely understand how you want to sing it from the rooftops and convince everyone else how great love is (because it is awesomely great).

But Nicole Kidman needs to shut the hell up because I’m on the verge of vomiting.

In that same Glamour interview, she explained how giving birth to daughter Sunday was easy and she got through labour by staring into husband Keith Urban’s eyes. Oh please, the chunks are rising.

I’m glad she’s happy, I really am, but she either needs to tone it down, zip it or pay my dry cleaning bill.