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?
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.