It is like a bad car accident isn't it? The life and times of Britney Spears is one that most would find in the bargain basket at a used book store. We have watched now for a few years as this young woman jumps out of the airplane and her parachute has a big ol' hole in it.
I usually don't pay any attention to what the media says about movie stars and pop stars because the information is false and if it is true, well then God help them all.
Yesterday though I felt sorry for Britney. Everyone was having a field day about her performance on the VMA's (that is the Video Music Awards for all of you folks out there who spend your days on your knees in prayer except of course when you take a break to read my blog)
Last night I watched in horror as the entertainment media made comments over and over about how overweight Britney was. Crazypersonsayswhat? Listen up, if Britney is overweight, well then I am a friggen walrus people.
I was enraged for Britney. I mean, the girl has had two babies back to back, is going through a divorce from a gold digger, has been to rehab, has been to rehab, and has been to rehab, she shaved her head, she almost dropped one of her kids while she was walking down the street, she drove with a baby on her lap, she has shown her love box to the world... again and again, and she no longer talks to her mother. Cut the girl some slack on the weight OK! If I were her I would be dining on ice cream and potato chips all day.
You know why I really feel sorry for Britney? Because she has had to go through some crap-sure much of is was self induced but still, it was crap... and she does it in front of cameras. If paparazzi followed me around, they would see me picking my nose, drinking at lunch time and cutting my own hair (mine came out better than Spear's buzz). They would catch me yelling at my kids, yelling at my husband and yelling at my neighbor's dogs. I would be splashed across the front page flipping off another driver, arguing with a cashier at WalMart and watching Californication on my television (oh that is such a bad bad show... I have to wash my eyes out with soap each time I watch it!)
Basically, those who live in glass houses should not throw rocks, and I know this because I come from a long line of rock throwers. If I had all of the mistakes in my life put on display for all to view, well then I would probably shave my head as well.
So lets all hold hands and say a prayer for Brit. A prayer that one day her sons will grow to be big and strong and take care of their mother... something their father could never do.