The pic courtesy of DamnImCute. But the thing with me is: I'm not here to hate. I've got the dumb-ass uncommon-sense vibe, so I want to read the Award-show debacle for what it seems to be, logically. I say Britney doesn't want to be "Britney" anymore. I've been thinking that since she shaved her head: http://www.britneyshaved.com/britney_spears_shaved_04.jpg (just link to the pic--the rest of the site ain't pretty) but the clues have been there since her first Vegas wedding--the second marriage, also brief, only cements it. The "not a girl, not quite a woman," now a mother of two--and in all probability, a shaky one at that, a two-times divorced still internationally renowned whatever--How do you live that down?
By stepping on that image every way you can. By being human, and unglamorous. By making it clear there are flaws, and that they are real, and that the person represented is also all-too-real.
Her body is not the tight flesh of a teenager. She's a mom. Her blond, ungraceful mop, is a shadow of what she once wore. She lipsynchs so badly you don't remember she once could kind of sing. And her dancing isn't titillating--f-u-gawkers. She gyrates to an off-beat--something is broken. I think she knew she'd be awful when she drank all that while before, and got herself to where she'd feel no pain--saving what came after--and that no worse than it always is:
The judgement. The cackle of the haters. The titters. The voice of the superior bitches who talk about white trash (what does that mean? Is coming from a certain social class a sign of something?) the talk about fatness, even though real big girls know Britney is still pretty good--not "un-hot." Just different. She should have worn something else, that's all. She should have tried a little more. She should have rocked the glamor she used to have, and still could.
But she didn't, and didn't want to. I think she means to bury an image--I only wish I thought she had something else, not horrible, not sad, in mind. And I'm not even a fan, just a person who sees a confused young lady, and kind of gets where she might be coming from.
By stepping on that image every way you can. By being human, and unglamorous. By making it clear there are flaws, and that they are real, and that the person represented is also all-too-real.
Her body is not the tight flesh of a teenager. She's a mom. Her blond, ungraceful mop, is a shadow of what she once wore. She lipsynchs so badly you don't remember she once could kind of sing. And her dancing isn't titillating--f-u-gawkers. She gyrates to an off-beat--something is broken. I think she knew she'd be awful when she drank all that while before, and got herself to where she'd feel no pain--saving what came after--and that no worse than it always is:
The judgement. The cackle of the haters. The titters. The voice of the superior bitches who talk about white trash (what does that mean? Is coming from a certain social class a sign of something?) the talk about fatness, even though real big girls know Britney is still pretty good--not "un-hot." Just different. She should have worn something else, that's all. She should have tried a little more. She should have rocked the glamor she used to have, and still could.
But she didn't, and didn't want to. I think she means to bury an image--I only wish I thought she had something else, not horrible, not sad, in mind. And I'm not even a fan, just a person who sees a confused young lady, and kind of gets where she might be coming from.
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