There is a new Britney Spears Rolling Stone cover story, Britney Returns, and also, reportedly, a new Britney Spears. Except I don’t really believe she’s returned in the mental sense, just physically. The only interesting point in her documentary “For the Record,” which didn’t really say much, was when she talked about not having control over her life anymore. And then she said, “I’m sad,” and she was crying. She must be sad, after all this: “The Tragedy of Britney Spears”. A great story published in February. You might say who cares, but that’s somebody’s life.
If there is one thing that has become clear in the past year of Britney’s collapse — the most public downfall of any star in history — it’s that she doesn’t want anything to do with the person the world thought she was. She is not a good girl. She is not America’s sweetheart. She is an inbred swamp thing who chain-smokes, doesn’t do her nails, tells reporters to “eat it, snort it, lick it, fuck it” and screams at people who want pictures for their little sisters. She is not someone who can live by the most basic social rules — she is someone who, when she has had her one- and two-year-old sons taken completely out of her care, with zero visitation rights, appeared at Los Angeles’ Superior Court to convince the judge to give her kids back, but then decided not to go inside, and she’s someone who did this twice. She’s the perfect celebrity for America in decline: Like President Bush, she just doesn’t give a fuck, but at least we won’t have to clean up after her mess for the rest of our lives. [Rolling Stone]
