I don’t have much to say about this . . . except WTF???
I’ve had arguments with a coworker about this. This particular coworker and I get along — I would consider her a friend — but she grew up in rural-back-ass-bumblefuck in an area that might make the map in the next printing. She’s also ever-so-Republican, but for the sake of it. Anyhoo . . . not the point.
The point is that I have found a way to have sympathy for The Brit. My coworker thinks I’m crazy, but I do feel sorry for her. First of all, we all made adolescent mistakes. Whether we failed a class, dated someone we shouldn’t, got our hearts broken for the the first, second, or third times, and some of us even had the accidental pregnancy. Not me, thank God, but there were plenty secret “procedures” among the girls that I knew.
However, we had the luxury of doing all of that in private. There were no cameras. We didn’t have careers. We weren’t millionaires and certainly not anyone’s role model. We got the opportunity to make our mistakes in the privacy of our own bedrooms, and sometimes our own parents didn’t know what we were up to. (At least that was MY saving grace).
My point with Britney is that while, yes, she is fresh from the trailer, and a generally pretty trashy, talentless girl, she’s also a person, and one who deserves to suffer through her bad relationship and post partum depression without having stalkerazzi swinging from her fence, trying to get a shot of it. Yes, she is cracking down, but it’s somewhat disturbing that the general public is finding SO much pleasure in it.
I’m not excluding myself, because I’m certainly no stranger to clicking on the links that say “Britney Shaved Head in Public,” or “Britney Exposes Crotch” — although, admittedly, I was tired of seeing that girl’s vagina all over the internet.
I think that there should be a moratorium on Britney news for at least the first quarter of the year. Let that girl get herself together so that the next time she fucks up, it will at least be something socially salacious and not just plain pathetic.
Really, I get sick of seeing and hearing about this stuff. The news media feeds on it. When’s the last time she had a hit record? I really have no desire to see someone else’s trainwreck life. In fact, all that celebrity stuff turns me away. I’m proud to say that someone sent me a link to something called the “Vivica A. Fox sex tape,” and I deleted it without even looking at it. There’s too much more important things going on.
Obama wins in Iowa? Now THAT’S news!
SarahO here AGAIN. Because I do the Mamarazzi thing, I’ve checked a bunch of internet gossip sites for inspiration every day for over a year. And you know what? I’ve developed a real sympathy for Britney. Even thought I featured Brit in last Thursday’s Mamarazzi, I’ve sworn to not make fun of her because the poor girl’s mentally ill, probably bipolar. My son’s bipolar so I’m awfully familiar with the symptoms. They’re not pretty and no fun at all for the afflicted.
This sounds comically housewife-at-the-beauty-parlor but I think about Britney and sincerely hope she gets serious medical help because she’s not going to get better without it.
And I agree with you about the stalkerazzi (love that term!). She’s not going to get better with them hounding her.
Gotta go. The hairdryer just stopped and it’s time for the beautician to take out my curlers.