I don't know if Britney Spears has ever heard the old advice "be careful what you wish for," but whatever she did wish for as a kiddie Mouseketeer, it probably wasn't this. Her latest communiqué, an impromptu video rant about her management and recent visit to rehab, is desperately sad. I defy anyone to watch it and not feel depressed.
Whatever has driven her to these recent displays is more than she's been trained to cope with. And before some of you say that she's stage-managing the whole thing, and who cares about some pop star anyway when there are wars in the world - well, back off. I'm no Britney fan either, but her misery is evident, and I hope she's going to be all right.
Exploitative pictures and blogs (yes, like this one) are an occupational hazard of showbiz, but because most celebs are resilient enough to deal with it, the celeb mags soldier merrily on, picking these people to bits. They asked for it by becoming successful in the first place, obviously. I read the magazines, and I'm well acquainted with the thrill of seeing a terrible photo of someone who's gorgeous for a living. It's only when one of them cracks that I see them as human.
