By Alex Rodriguez
So when did bubble gum pink begin to look so sour? Anyone who’s anyone knows about the tittle-tattle that surrounds Miss Britney Spears’ ever-shocking lifestyle: front paging tabloids, headlining newspapers, and effectively teasing Entertainment Tonight. It is safe to say that Spears has not exactly had her choice of luck this year.
Think back for a moment: Young adults today can barely remember Spears’ cutesy, schoolgirl persona. She emerged into the public eye as an adorable Mouseketeer alongside fellow pop icons Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera.
Although few will admit it, more than a few Hi-Tides still have that dusty copy of Baby One More Time tucked away under kindergarten school pictures. The album art is simple – Britney looking up at the camera in front of a pink background. Back then, she was still fresh to the public eye, completely virgin in every sense and virtually malleable into anything her fans wanted.
A year later, she had already begun her tread up a long and intimidating stretch for the top. Although she had already released an album, Spears began her ongoing ‘I’m-going-to-get-this-one-way-or-another’ plan.
Unfortunately, the only thing that identifies Spears now is a bald head, a few trips to rehab, and some embarrassingly dysfunctional skimpy micro minis. Do not forget the Starbuck’s Mocha Frap, always by her side – so much for the plan.
On a sympathetic note, the unfortunate girl did go through two awkward divorces and a bit of baby-mama-drama. The public seems to think that Britney’s fame can insulate her from the consequences of her actions, but clearly, it cannot. Sometimes, for our own sake, we wish that it would.
Turn on the radio and all that is on is “Gimme More" - remixed with a tearful plea to “Leave Britney alone!” Open up a magazine or newspaper and read about her custody issues and what K-Fed was doing in Miami the night before at Mansion. Eavesdrop on any celebrity gossiper and check to see if Brit wore underwear that day. When will it stop?
It is one thing to report the happenings of a public figure, but it is a different matter when all the world does is eat, breathe, and sleep Britney. The media has transformed society’s collective consciousness into Britney World. Why not just wear tight red polyester bodysuits and live on the Mars scene from the “Oops, I Did it Again” video? One song and dance is as good as another.
Wouldn’t it be better if everyone left Britney alone? The world just might be able to survive without her – for a little while, at least. Otherwise, it might be better just to ask her to wear underwear on her head (just to prove she actually owns them), and always wear a sign that says, “Oops, I did it again.” Hopefully by then, she will have sanitized the driver’s seat.
