Link. Discuss if you care to. I bring this up solely because I think it’s time that somebody started checking young female celebs for genetic (or brain) damage.
Please tell me that these things going on are not a foreshadowing of Emma Watson’s future.
I’m in the :rolleyes: camp. She needs to grow up, be a mother to ther children, and become a responsible adult instead of the spoiled little drug induced rich kid that we see today.
Okay, here’s what I can’t understand. You know Madonna? That attention whore constantly reshaping her image to remain in the spotlight and crass experimenting with blah blah blah? She was still making music all that time. For all the hype and fluff and glitz, she at least was still doing some actual work. And despite what you heard, a lot of it was very well received…check out the amazon.com reviews for Erotica, for example. She hasn’t done anything in a while, so we haven’t heard about her in a while.
Britney Spears? Dead in the water. Old hat. Yesterday’s news. Cold pizza. And it’s been like that for years now (her greatest hits collection was released in late '04, for crying out loud). She has two children; why the hell didn’t I hear a word about this anywhere? Especially since a big part of her initial hype was that whole “virgin” thing? Doesn’t matter. Born too late to matter.
Anna Kournikova was a once-in-a-lifetime internet phenomenon (and a very good tennis player before all the injuries hit), but her time passed, and we hardly hear anything about her now. Michael Jackson is one of the most influential American musicians ever, but by now even his freak-of-nature schtick isn’t worth the time of day. Fame has little mercy for has-beens; even if they were hot for a thousand todays, they can still be gone tomorrow.
Why is Britney Spears seemingly completely exempt from reality?
We love to watch them fall apart? That’s my only guess. I’m a mean, petty person who can’t afford a nice house, am worried sick about saving money for retirement, can’t afford to go to Europe and see Venice, cut my own hair… And watching people with more money, fame, opportunity, and even talent than they know what to do with screw up their lives, well.
It makes me feel a little better sometimes. I mean, that I have a husband, a home, a job, and it’s all kinda stable, you know? Not always exciting, but stable. And real.
I hope it’s a lesson for future flavors-of-the-month: adopting the “virgin” shtick is a losing proposition in the long term. After you’ve queefed out a couple of pups and your ass starts to resemble an avalanche of ricotta, even the most dull-witted of your fans are bound to figure out they’ve been duped.
And while I support the right of any woman to flash her bulgogi to the world (thus granted eternal life on the Internet), it seems like the sort of thing one would want to consult an attorney about and sign releases for first, rather than rushing into shitfaced and clueless.
To stay on top of the celebrity game, you need some amount of actual talent. That’s why Madonna and Christina Aguilera have survived relatively intact and Britney Spears and Paris Hilton are looking to follow Anna Nicole Smith’s example. The publicity monster has to keep eating and if you can’t feed it with your work then it will eat you instead.
Britney is fascinating because while plenty of others have gone from beautiful megastar to the cover of Crack Whore magazine in short order (looking at you, Whitney Houston!), rarely do we get to watch it happen in real time in such exhaustive detail.
It’s less like gawking at a wreck scene and more like watching the wreck happen in slow motion.
Really? I thought her **bodyguard **pulled a Russell Crowe on two reporters. She seems to have mostly stood back yapping like a terrier and tossing a baby bottle their way while he’s being charged with battery.