fandom_muses :: September :: Britney
I don't like defining myself. I just am. - Britney Spears
I haven't quit working at the record shop - mostly because the employee discount is pretty nice. But, today I went digging through the bad 90's pop albums, like I do, and I decided to stop my boy band marathon week... I found something much better - well, worse actually, dependin' on how ya'll want to interpret it.
Hit me, baby, one more time...
I admit it, I miss the old Britney - the pre-boobjob, pre-sex, pre-marriage, pre-kids, pre-divorce, pre- ...hell, pre-everything insane - the head-shaving, tattoos, Paris Hilton BFFdom. Yeah, everything. I miss silly, bubble-gum Britney. I miss the version that thought Madonna was old but awesome - not the one who wears a red string and makes out with Madonna at the VMA's. And, we can't forget the Britney who wanted the world to know: Britney + Justin = <3!!!!! But, now she's twice-divorced, twice-impregnated, and neither situation hang a thing to do with Mr. Timberlake.
Oh, and have ya'll read the current issue of Allure? Britney's on the cover, and I'm admittedly needing my pop princess fix. She doesn't show for the interview. That isn't a big shocker. They have a whole article about how her no-show status reveals all kinds of inner truths a la Ms. Spears. Really? She was skipping the interview for a pedicure and a trip to the club, but, okay it was really a big question: can the world love Britney anyway?
Don't even get me started on this years VMA's. If I'd popped out two babies, then believe me, I'd be damn proud of that figure. Would I be proud enough to awkwardly dance on Mtv? That'd be a no. The rumor on the radio is that one of the heels on her shoe was broken, so that's why she couldn't dance worth anything. Well, that's fine and dandy, but explain the rest of it, because it was upsetting. I miss the lip-syncing wonder of old who made all sorts of inspirational-but-not quotes and was overpaid to just dance; that girl was a no-show at the VMA's, and in her place was a washed-up chick who's gone crazy for Cocoa Puffs and really ought to be at home taking care of those babies for a change.
I've been trying to get through the albums. I can only make it as far as Toxic before she turns pretty toxic herself. But, I stopped by the coffee shop the other night, and this crazy musical duo did a pretty rad acoustic version of Hit me, baby, one more time which made all kinds of nostalgic.
I haven't quit working at the record shop - mostly because the employee discount is pretty nice. But, today I went digging through the bad 90's pop albums, like I do, and I decided to stop my boy band marathon week... I found something much better - well, worse actually, dependin' on how ya'll want to interpret it.
Hit me, baby, one more time...
I admit it, I miss the old Britney - the pre-boobjob, pre-sex, pre-marriage, pre-kids, pre-divorce, pre- ...hell, pre-everything insane - the head-shaving, tattoos, Paris Hilton BFFdom. Yeah, everything. I miss silly, bubble-gum Britney. I miss the version that thought Madonna was old but awesome - not the one who wears a red string and makes out with Madonna at the VMA's. And, we can't forget the Britney who wanted the world to know: Britney + Justin = <3!!!!! But, now she's twice-divorced, twice-impregnated, and neither situation hang a thing to do with Mr. Timberlake.
Oh, and have ya'll read the current issue of Allure? Britney's on the cover, and I'm admittedly needing my pop princess fix. She doesn't show for the interview. That isn't a big shocker. They have a whole article about how her no-show status reveals all kinds of inner truths a la Ms. Spears. Really? She was skipping the interview for a pedicure and a trip to the club, but, okay it was really a big question: can the world love Britney anyway?
Don't even get me started on this years VMA's. If I'd popped out two babies, then believe me, I'd be damn proud of that figure. Would I be proud enough to awkwardly dance on Mtv? That'd be a no. The rumor on the radio is that one of the heels on her shoe was broken, so that's why she couldn't dance worth anything. Well, that's fine and dandy, but explain the rest of it, because it was upsetting. I miss the lip-syncing wonder of old who made all sorts of inspirational-but-not quotes and was overpaid to just dance; that girl was a no-show at the VMA's, and in her place was a washed-up chick who's gone crazy for Cocoa Puffs and really ought to be at home taking care of those babies for a change.
I've been trying to get through the albums. I can only make it as far as Toxic before she turns pretty toxic herself. But, I stopped by the coffee shop the other night, and this crazy musical duo did a pretty rad acoustic version of Hit me, baby, one more time which made all kinds of nostalgic.