I just can't take it anymore.
I'm not a big Britney Spears fan. But I have been following her tabloid documented life for the last couple of years with a growing feeling of concern.
I think she's losin it folks.
The second baby hasn't been seen, the Federline has been kicked out, the second or third boyfriend since then has been jettisoned, and then of course there's the whole Garish Spilton friendship problem. Sadly I don't think any of us can forget the pantsless disaster, much as I'd like to forget. (Seriously I grew up on a farm and I found the pictures hideous.) She complains that she's sick of the media jumping on her every move, but she isn't exactly hiding out and avoiding a scene. She's fueled on attention and the adoration of those hated flashbulbs and without it, hated or not, she will wither. Staying home with the babies is not conducive to attention seeking.
Becoming a mother is the most difficult and wonderful experience. Nothing can ever be the same after that. Children are a blessing and a total complete inconvenience. They will bring your social life to a screeching drooling pooping halt.
You know what kids? I'm sorry, but when you are a parent, you have to settle down a little. You have to. I'm not saying that parenthood has to turn you into a boring person but you can't keep up that pre-baby pace and still have anything left for the kid. And here's something else you may not want to hear: YOUR BABIES NEED YOU. They do not care about your personal time or your social life or your unfulfilled dreams. They need you to take care of them.
But WHO is taking care of Britney? She's not alright. She's drinking, barfing on herself, staying out all night, checking herself out of rehab after one day, and generally acting like she's intent on hitting that brick wall real hard and real fast.
So apparently Britney has shaved her head and gotten another tattoo...
...then spent the weekend wearing an assortment of wigs and hats while lounging by the pool and chain smoking.
Does she LOOK okay to you??Now I'll tell you what really worries me. (It's not the hair. Screw the hair. It means nothing.)
She's got that look in her eyes. I know that look. I had that look. She looks trapped, not even by the demands of two infants, but by the screaming battle in her head. Everyone's talking about rehab and I can't believe that nobody has looked at this young woman and said, "Hmm. I wonder if Britney's having some
post partum depression problems."
Does she look OKAY to you???? DO NONE OF HER LOVED ONES SEE THIS????
It's sad that the focus is on her hair, or lack of. So much is read into it. It's not about her darn prickly scalp though, not for for me: it's about the way her eyes are going in two different directions.
Does she look okay to you? I know nothing about smoking but doesn't it look like she's going to stick the wrong end of that thing into her mouth??
Allegedly, she went to a salon and asked to have her head shaved, but the stylist tried to talk her out of it. Determined to lose her hair, Britney grabbed the clippers and did it her darn self.
It just seems right frickin crazy, doesn't it? I've thought about it, which shocks me because I love my hair. I have great hair. But I had times when I just wanted the satisfaction of buzzing it right the f**k off my head. Luckily we don't have clippers.
I dyed my hair pink instead. To this day I defend it because I loved it. I felt good when I looked at that happy colour in the mirror instead of at my grey face. My pshrink asked me about it, the ass hat. He questioned that if I lived in the big city, where lots of people look weird, instead of in my so-called small town, would I still feel the need to draw attention to myself. I wrinkled my nose and told him I did it because I friggin well wanted to. Maybe Britney just friggin well wanted to.
Besides, I only dyed the front half of my head and Britney's gone all Sinead on us. Maybe I was just halfway nuts and she's all the way there.
My father in law made some comment that obviously, I wasn't in my right mind a year and a half ago. I asked him how he knew. "Well. What you did to your hair. That made it quite clear." I threw my head back and laughed. He's also the one who pointed out years ago that I have a mean streak and that I'm stubborn. Who else has the guts to say these things? I love that man.
Why the hell am I going on and on about this? I don't even know this woman. I have a sick fascination with famous people, sure, but I can't help but watch the train wreck of her life and feel the silent screaming in my head.
Can we give her a f***ing break? Regardless of bad choices, she's had two babies in less than two years, both C-section births which is
surgery and is going through a divorce. Yes she brought most of this trouble on herself. Yes, she's a bad mother. Yeah you heard me. I made a judgment on somebody I don't even know. Sorry. She's a bad mother. Maybe any of us would be too under those circumstances.
Somebody please help her.
Somebody please just put her in bed for a few days.
I don't know who the hell is keeping those kids alive while she's out making a mess of herself in public, but whoever it is needs to take care of them and bring them to her a few times a day when she's awake and lucid. The rest of the time she should be catching up on her sleep and being fed good food and taking her babies out for walks in the stroller.
And I think she should get to a doctor and get some meds! I'm not a big fan of the drugs, we all know that, but my god, she needs to be stabilized. And not with Jagermeister either.
Yeah, I'm evil enough to find something very funny in all of this. However I'm not the first one to crack a joke about the curtains finally matching the carpet.
She's making it so easy for us to laugh at her. Deep down she's probably just a girl from the south who's kinda purty and maybe not real smart, but a nice girl who can be talked into stuff and might not really know who she is or what she wants.
Gawd. I'm so frustrated. I want to go get some pink streaks dyed into my hair.
