I've been following the Britney Spears debacle since day one. My fascination with Britney isn't a new part of my life. I like her music, the upbeat stuff can really keep me moving on a treadmill. And the images I have in my memory of how she looked back in the day, on MTV in that barely there, sequined jumpsuit, are enough to motivate me to get on a treadmill.
There are so many aspects to what's happening to her, that everyone has an opinion. People who are divorced, kids who are estranged from their parents, anyone who's had their heartbroken, if you've had a rough night immortalized on film or if you've ever dreamed of being famous.
Anyway, when someone is mentally ill, addicted or otherwise it's so easy to say, "Someone should have helped them. How could there family let that happen?" When you try to help someone who doesn't want help, because they don't think that they need help, good luck. That shit is WAY easier said than done. WAY easier. I've know a few people who let themselves get to a point almost beyond help because their family couldn't face the truth, and their mental illness didn't develop overnight. It developed over years. And idiosyncraies that you thought were hilarious or exciting become dangerous and detrimental.
I blame Justin Timberlake. HA! Deal with it. Let's all admit it, she went down hill after that, and then KFed put the nail in the coffin so to speak.
My dream is to see her come back around and do another Diane Sawyer interview. Or go down like Francis Farmer, crazy as a shit house rat.
More on this later, trust me.
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