I've been slagging Britney Spears for a long time. So I don't feel bad about joining the fray in the wake of her latest disaster. People in the office we're talking about the fallen pop star this morning, and one of our ad coordinators said that we should show her sympathy — which caused me to take pause, for a moment, before I decided that Spears deserves whatever awful fate awaits her.
Spears rose to stardom playing Lolita to people like the pervs at Rolling Stone (see pic). While at the height of her fame, she campaigned to make ignorance chic by flaunting her redneck ways at every opportunity. Watching her lug those kids around, one can't help but think maybe an IQ test should be required before a person is allowed to become a parent.
Hopefully last night's stunningly dreadful performance will prompt Spears to take her dough, buy a small island in the Pacific and get her head on straight before re-entering our lives. Even the most terrible sadist can only watch the same train wreck for so long — I think we have all seen enough.
This article appears in Sep 5-11, 2007.