Nobody does a comeback like Britney Spears. Crazy went from shaving her head, being put up in a psychiatric 5150 hold, and dating some guy who looked more like Osama Bin Laden than the alleged "paparazzo" he claimed to be. Oh, yeah....and she married that backup trash LOSER that looked like he was raised by two Taco Bell workers. (i'm still hoping that Chaotic gets picked up for a second season.)
These series of events truly made me fearful that my pop princess idol would be yet another statistic of young Hollywood trajedies. A bona fide example of what too much money, fame, and illicit drugs will do to you.
I was devasted. Each time she was in the tabloids, I grew more and more concerned. I always knew she had awful WT taste....but seriously, once she gave the "Gimme More" performance at the 2007 VMA's...I officially knew this was going to end real bad. How ironic it all was---I was experiencing secondhand embarrassment for the girl who was covered all over my bedroom walls and whose albums were permanently stuck in my CD-player. I mean... if it wasn't for Brit, I would never have persuaded my parents to get my bellybutton pierced!
A few stints in rehab, and four lobotomy's later....it seemed as if Brit-Brit was getting her life back together. She started dating that older creepy looking manager dude, began taking responsibility for her boys (if feeding your kids soda and candy until their teeth fall out counts...) and stopped bringing little dogs to the red carpet as her plus one. I was so proud of her. Finally, the girl who stole my heart in her school girl uniform was coming back to me.
Just recently, she finally made the announcement that she would be a judge on the hit show, X-Factor. Now I get it, when celebrities agree to be on these types of shows, they realize the leverage they carry as far as ratings are concerned...but some of the demands they request---especially Britney's---are downright absurd. It saddens me to realize girl will always be a little bat shit crazy...and from the nature of her requests---an undeniable fat chick at heart.
Here is your a list of her X Factor backstage demands: (oh and mind you this, she is making $15 million per episode)
1. 6 cases of 24-pack Diet Coke
2. 4 pints of potato salad (woof) and 10 pieces of chicken...preferably fried.
3. 12 snicker bars daily
4. 10 snack sized bags of Doritos--daily
5. 12 vases of magnolia blossoms
6. 34 Herve Leger dresses (ok we get it...you love bondage dresses)
7. beauty team including a personal manicurist, a facialist, and massage therapist
8. a spiritual advisor, psychologist, and doctor (um...probably a good thing)
a little bit ridic, right? I hope Simon Cowell tears you to shreds for eating potato salad. xx
I was devasted. Each time she was in the tabloids, I grew more and more concerned. I always knew she had awful WT taste....but seriously, once she gave the "Gimme More" performance at the 2007 VMA's...I officially knew this was going to end real bad. How ironic it all was---I was experiencing secondhand embarrassment for the girl who was covered all over my bedroom walls and whose albums were permanently stuck in my CD-player. I mean... if it wasn't for Brit, I would never have persuaded my parents to get my bellybutton pierced!
A few stints in rehab, and four lobotomy's later....it seemed as if Brit-Brit was getting her life back together. She started dating that older creepy looking manager dude, began taking responsibility for her boys (if feeding your kids soda and candy until their teeth fall out counts...) and stopped bringing little dogs to the red carpet as her plus one. I was so proud of her. Finally, the girl who stole my heart in her school girl uniform was coming back to me.
Just recently, she finally made the announcement that she would be a judge on the hit show, X-Factor. Now I get it, when celebrities agree to be on these types of shows, they realize the leverage they carry as far as ratings are concerned...but some of the demands they request---especially Britney's---are downright absurd. It saddens me to realize girl will always be a little bat shit crazy...and from the nature of her requests---an undeniable fat chick at heart.
Here is your a list of her X Factor backstage demands: (oh and mind you this, she is making $15 million per episode)
2. 4 pints of potato salad (woof) and 10 pieces of chicken...preferably fried.
3. 12 snicker bars daily
4. 10 snack sized bags of Doritos--daily
5. 12 vases of magnolia blossoms
6. 34 Herve Leger dresses (ok we get it...you love bondage dresses)
7. beauty team including a personal manicurist, a facialist, and massage therapist
8. a spiritual advisor, psychologist, and doctor (um...probably a good thing)
a little bit ridic, right? I hope Simon Cowell tears you to shreds for eating potato salad. xx
"oh how fabulous. getting Marky Mark to take time from his pants dropping schedule to plant trees"
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