Train Rex

Britney Spears.

We watched her meteoric rise to fame; and those who could stomach the view, watched her tragic downfall.

You can watch video of the young singer, all neat and tidy and manufactured at the height of her success, during the halcyon days of “Oops! I Did It Again” and think, “Gee, what a cute girl”. She exuded a precocious sex appeal.

Skip ahead eight years and watch footage of her using an umbrella to bust out a car window, watch her nearly drop her baby from her arms, drive erratically and then, the piece d’resitance? She shaved her head.

An act of defiance?

A demonstration of emotional instability?

The lay person and the professional suddenly arrive on the same page: they’ve both witnessed the unraveling of an young woman forced to live life so perverse; life under the microscope of the predatory paparazzi who feed the bored masses.

Britney was a child who’s persona was created by cold, hard calculated risks.   She grew up to become a self-aggrandized woman. Did she have a choice? She merely gave us what we wanted; what we demanded.

But let’s be honest: Britney may have been pushed on to the stage 22 years ago by a greedy, self-centered stage mother, but she soon learned how to manipulate the very stage on which she was forced.

Was it done as a means of survival?

Maybe.

Even so, Britney’s tale is sad and tragic and one we’ve heard before. Hollywood is rife with similar stories. Some survived. Many didn’t.

As long as we remain an insatiable public which feeds on failure as much as success, stories like Britney’s will continue to make us shake our heads. We’ll crave more , even as we ask, “Why? How did that happen? She had fame and fortune!”

Maybe that was all she had.

And yet, we’ll continue to read every story and watch every TMZ video, not wanting to miss the sordid details chronicling her further fall in to the abyss.

It is our nature. We can’t help it.

Misery IS king.

Sigmund, Carl and Alfred expound on this in a very well written post.

7 comments

  1. Okay, as a friend, if I have to come over there and pump Walton and Johnson into your house as a form of torture so the words “Britney” and “Spears” never leave your fingertips again in the same post again… I will.

  2. i am so tired of seeing her face plastered everywhere. where are the entertainers my age?

  3. While I’m not obsessed with celebrities’ personal lives, I confess I don’t mind watching a rich, trashy, overrated, narcissistic hedonist crash and burn once in a while. For some reason, however, Britney evokes more pity than schadenfreude. I used to view her as just another spoiled celebrity acting out (e.g., Paris), but I don’t think she’s acting anymore. If nobody can help her, she’s going to end up on the ME’s table.

  4. I think we love tragedy. We love to see someone fall off of the top of the mountain. That’s especially true if they’re a somewhat smug personality (see Clemens, Roger). We want to “see them get theirs”.

    That said, Britney is a mentally ill individual. This seems to happen far too frequently with child stars (see Plato, Dana). At least in Britney’s case, society has been able to intervene for the safety or her and her sons. It’s unclear if it will help her in the long run and the Lolita persona is now history…so she doesn’t even have the marketability of the peri-pubescent sex appeal.

    I am not a fan and quite frankly, I am tired of seeing her face everywhere I look. That said, no one deserves the mental illness she clearly has.

  5. I for one am tired of hearing about her, along with any other “celebrities” for that matter. The only time I want to hear from them is when I’ve paid for a movie or a song. I really am sorry that our media-focused society fuels this need for full access to the popular kids.

    I don’t wish Britney harm, but I do wish her off my television and newspaper front page.

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