Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Poor Britney Spears
The stories emerging tonight about Britney Spears and that crackpot who's been drugging and controlling her are horrifying. The poor girl. Here I've been ranting for months about how she obviously doesn't care about her kids and is more concerned with partying and visiting gas stations and Starbucks when in fact she's been on a powerful and debilitating anti-psychotic medication. And her Howard K. Stern evil douchebag "friend" has been muddying the waters by plying her with other drugs, alcohol, threatening her, scaring her, cutting her off from her friends and family, stealing from her, etc.
It just goes to show you the horrible situations people can find themselves in when they have had unhappy childhoods and don't trust the people who raised them, are heartbroken and feel isolated, misunderstood and alone. I thank God for my kids -- I've been through some crap in my life, but my children kept me from going off the deep end. As it is, I let people into my life at times when I was heartbroken and vulnerable against my better judgment -- people who turned out to be callous and dishonest and soulless and not at all the people I thought they were. But my troubles seem like a picnic in the park compared to poor Britney's!
Wouldn't it be sweet to see her get better and get her kids back, pull herself together, find someone who truly loves and understands her, who will stick by her through thick and thin, and even watch her get something of a career back? Although I must confess, I hope she finds a sweet and kind-hearted non-Hollywood guy, moves to Montana and lives a peaceful rural life in a country house surrounded by "tall thin pines and musty books"* while he farms and she bakes. I am cheering for a peaceful and happy ending for Britney Spears!
p.s. I thought she looked pretty at the VMAs. I was really pissed when people said she was fat. Drugged senseless, yes, but not fat. If I could look that good rocking a serious addiction to a cocktail of various mind-numbing pharmaceuticals, I'd be pretty pleased with myself.
*That one was for you, suitor.