I know that there are a number of people who think Britney Spears is a spoiled Hollywood child, or an idiot who abuses her children and her fame, a waste of our time and energy, but I am not one of them.
I feel immeasurably sad for this girl whose life is such a mess. She has been used and abused by everyone around her since she was a very small child. She has been given money than most of us cannot imagine, and yet no one has ever said “no”.
She is a commodity to many, a fool to others. She is fodder for the paparazzi, a joke on late night talk shows. I suspect she is either an addict or mentally ill, though no one seems inclined to find out, or to care, except Dr. Phil, who clearly has an agenda of his own.
She is also an immature young woman, who had children too soon, and those children will suffer for her deficiencies.
I am sad for Sean Preston and Jayden James, the innocent little by-products of the ill-advised union of two self-centered young people. These two babies, unfortunately, don’t stand much of a chance.
But Britney – Britney the child, Britney the lost little girl, who apparently has never been loved except as a money machine – who will save her?
No one, I expect. There will come a day that I will look at the news and see that Britney, like Heath Ledger, is dead. Probably by her own hand, with the aid of prescription drugs that no one ever denied her. No one ever said no.
I am so sad. Britney is a child. A grown up child, who no one ever ever taught to take responsibility, who no one ever told no.
I would like to take her in. I’d make breakfast for her, and give her a hug, and tell her she is loved. Would that help? I don’t know, but has anyone ever tried?