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The 18-year-old pop star Aaron Carter just broke off his engagement to a 22-year-old actress and Playboy playmate who used to be his brother's girlfriend. After they'd only been engaged for a week.

Only in Hollywood. And only during a time when the family's new reality TV show is about to premiere.

Nothing like a tale of sibling rivalry, sex and rejection to boost interest and ratings.

And remind me again, please, why we care about the Carters? Or their house?

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Pop singer Aaron Carter has broken off his engagement to his older brother's ex.

The 18-year-old teen idol called off his engagement to 22-year-old actress Kari Ann Peniche just a week after he proposed onstage in Las Vegas, Us Weekly reported on its Web site Sunday.

Peniche is an ex-girlfriend of Carter's older brother, Backstreet Boys singer Nick Carter. She's also a former Miss Teen USA and former Playboy Playmate.

Both brothers will appear in the upcoming reality series "House of Carters" on the E! network.

Comments

Brianne said…
I have no idea what interest there exists in the Carter family. They look pathetically trashy to me. Just another attention-starved group of people. But the sadder thing is, you know people are going to watch their show. Maybe not out of any substantial interest in them, but out of sheer boredom. What is this world coming to??

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