Alas, Poor Britney...
Well, folks, it's pretty darn scary when I get to feeling sorry for li'l ol' Britney Spears, but that is the oddly disturbing situation in which I find myself these days.
I've never liked the girl. Never. NEV - ER. I never thought she particularly had any musical talent. Semi-talented in writhing around a stage doing what passes for dancing these days, but certainly nothing special in the vocal department. And, call me crazy, but I expect professional singers to be... well... good at it, ya know? But I digress... I never really liked the girl. I thought she was overrated, overproduced, overmarketed... Britney Spears as product, not person. But I find myself feeling pretty bad for her these days.
Let's face it... I know how she feels... bright enough young lady, certainly had things going for her... made some mistakes, but for the most part, could have recovered... and then... hooks up with some trailer-trash scumbucket leech (while his ex-girlfriend was still pregnant with his baby - hello, didn't that set off ANY warning bells, Brit?)... now she's, what, 24? Pregnant with her second child when her first one isn't even a year old... and when she's shown definite and very public signs of not being really up to the task... The whole tripping-and-almost-dropping-the-kid thing really was overblown by the media. Who among us hasn't had a near-miss with a baby? Though most mothers do have the good sense to PUT DOWN THE LATTE WHEN WE'RE ABOUT TO DROP THE KIDLET!!!! But what I can't get over is the driving with the baby in her lap, when she had a bodyguard with her in the first place... There's really no excuse for that, chica... "Oh, the papparazzi were putting us in danger!!!" Ummm... yeah... 'cause when you wreck the car and he goes flying through the windshield, you don't want him to fly straight into a camera... But back on subject...
I know how she feels. I, too , was a young, inexperienced mother married to a man who was nothing but a drain on my energy, my finances, my self-esteem, and my credibility and respectability among family and friends. I, too, kept sticking it out, so sure that he was on the verge of stepping up to the plate and being everything I knew he could be. I, too, figured that children would settle him and make him more responsible. And then, when the children were born, I held on, feeling I didn't have the strength, the resources, the money to leave and try to do it all on my own.
But guess what, Britney? I did leave. (And one of these days, I'll even get the legal divorce to prove it.) And I did it without the multi-million dollar career that MIGHT still be salvageable for you. I did it without my own line of perfume, without record royalties, without a little help from friends like Madonna... So I'm pretty sure you can do it. Come on, little girl... stop playing house, dump the loser, and get on with your life while you still have one. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your children, and prove to the world once and for all what a good mother you really can be.
I've never liked the girl. Never. NEV - ER. I never thought she particularly had any musical talent. Semi-talented in writhing around a stage doing what passes for dancing these days, but certainly nothing special in the vocal department. And, call me crazy, but I expect professional singers to be... well... good at it, ya know? But I digress... I never really liked the girl. I thought she was overrated, overproduced, overmarketed... Britney Spears as product, not person. But I find myself feeling pretty bad for her these days.
Let's face it... I know how she feels... bright enough young lady, certainly had things going for her... made some mistakes, but for the most part, could have recovered... and then... hooks up with some trailer-trash scumbucket leech (while his ex-girlfriend was still pregnant with his baby - hello, didn't that set off ANY warning bells, Brit?)... now she's, what, 24? Pregnant with her second child when her first one isn't even a year old... and when she's shown definite and very public signs of not being really up to the task... The whole tripping-and-almost-dropping-the-kid thing really was overblown by the media. Who among us hasn't had a near-miss with a baby? Though most mothers do have the good sense to PUT DOWN THE LATTE WHEN WE'RE ABOUT TO DROP THE KIDLET!!!! But what I can't get over is the driving with the baby in her lap, when she had a bodyguard with her in the first place... There's really no excuse for that, chica... "Oh, the papparazzi were putting us in danger!!!" Ummm... yeah... 'cause when you wreck the car and he goes flying through the windshield, you don't want him to fly straight into a camera... But back on subject...
I know how she feels. I, too , was a young, inexperienced mother married to a man who was nothing but a drain on my energy, my finances, my self-esteem, and my credibility and respectability among family and friends. I, too, kept sticking it out, so sure that he was on the verge of stepping up to the plate and being everything I knew he could be. I, too, figured that children would settle him and make him more responsible. And then, when the children were born, I held on, feeling I didn't have the strength, the resources, the money to leave and try to do it all on my own.
But guess what, Britney? I did leave. (And one of these days, I'll even get the legal divorce to prove it.) And I did it without the multi-million dollar career that MIGHT still be salvageable for you. I did it without my own line of perfume, without record royalties, without a little help from friends like Madonna... So I'm pretty sure you can do it. Come on, little girl... stop playing house, dump the loser, and get on with your life while you still have one. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your children, and prove to the world once and for all what a good mother you really can be.
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