It's not Britney, bitch.
This is real life, and it is more disturbing than that Onion piece from several years back about the discovery of the mummified corpse of “the real Michael Jackson” (pre-Jackson’s death, of course):
So sure — Britney was a lousy role model from the get-go, but g-ddamn if her syrupy exhibitionism wasn’t intoxicating for all the reasons it was destructive. Nobody asked you to take Britney Spears seriously, so it wasn’t a big deal to grow out of it. But looking back, I’d take the naive giddiness exhibited in Britney & Kevin:Chaotic over the muzzled detachment of I Am the Femme Fatale any day.
If only the outrage over a rehabilitated 29-year-old woman (who went nuts for a few years but had been way too sexy before that so clearly she required containment) becoming the personal and financial property of a man she never even liked was half as loud as the chorus that once proclaimed her sexual ‘antics’ as degrading to women.
I just recently realized that “Till the World Ends” was Britney - it’s totally generic, I assumed it was Ke$ha. But I had no idea the conservatorship was permanent. That’s terrifying.
