I, blogger formally known as “mackseen”, have chosen to break my silence. I officially feel bad for Britney Jean Spears. When I was thirteen, I admittedly admired that she had paved a path for all the Jessicas and Mandys to come. And I wanted to be her friend.
Well imagine my surprise this morning, nearly ten years later, when I awoke to what can best be termed a “mini-feed” of “status updates” on one Britney Spears over the course of the night.
Was it a hostage situation? Was she on drugs? What was she thinking? Is she bi-polar?
It seems that the answer to most of these questions is a resounding “yes”. Now typically, I don’t feel bad for Britney. I don’t have any compassion towards consistently overexposed celebrities, not even Brad Pitt. But this morning, my sentiments changed.
Were three helicopters really necessary? Where is the line between being cautious and unprofessional? At what point will making fun of Britney Spears no longer be funny? Even little Jamie-Lynn Spears who had her family’s reputation to protect but failed, is undeserving of the media attention she has gotten. Never mind that it was probably Lynne Spears who sold the story to OK! magazine, that even their mother thinks their lives are one big, fat joke.
This incident isn’t as monumental as everyone thinks it is – if you do, things will only become more “monumental” as Britney Spears continues to nosedive towards her premature end. And then we’ll all snort a little, then cry a little when we realize that it’s not just another publicity stunt and that we all had a little to do with her demise, and then maybe we’ll hold hands and be a little kinder to the next pop starlet — just enough to make her dependent on our love and affection until the vicious cycle starts all over again.
