“No, I don’t feel it’s out of control. I think it’s too in control. There’s no excitement, there’s no passion. It’s just like Groundhog Day everyday. And really boring,” Britney Spears replies.
She’s sobbing silently trying not to look like an absolute nervous wreck on camera, and I’m having this sudden and completely unexpected deep sympathy for Britney Spears. I’m seeing that our media-hungry culture placed her on a pedestal and then watched as she fell apart, mocking her and making her out to be a total loon with spoofs like Meet the Spartans.
And if anything, the tv special [coupled with a recent article] made me realize that her father is a complete and total asshat. I know she experienced huge mental breakdowns, shaved her head, and made all sorts of bad decisions, but her father now has control of all her finances until his death. A judge awarded Jamie Spears permanent conservatorship over all his daughter’s affairs and her estate. Britney’s not just living under a glass ceiling, she’s living in a glass menagerie.
Britney: For the Record” premiered last night on Mtv but if you missed this documentary-of-sorts the first time, it’s worth checking out on a repeat airing. While the word “documentary” is used to describe any narrative used to “document” reality there’s always a level of disbelief associated with watching something about a celebrity that is trying to show the “truth.” But the show was fascinating to say the least. And I’ve never been the biggest Britney fan. Like at all.
But really. The situation with Britney Spears is pretty much absurd to me. The courts approved legally binding contracts that authorize her father to dictate and supervise everything she does, and the court-appointed lawyer that represents Britney takes something like $10,000 of her money every week. What’s up with that?