THE EXPECTATION OF PERFECTION IS THE WORLD’S PRICE FOR THE TITLE POP PRINCESS. But when you become a former pop princess, nothing less than imperfection will do. Put yourself in Britney’s shoes: Nothing she does is right in the eyes of the world. And without question she has made mistakes of poor judgment. She married Kevin Federline. She drove with Baby Sean in her lap when he was only months’ old, like he was some pedigree pooch preened over by its owner. The boy purportedly fell from a high chair. Britney allegedly fed him pop from the bottle, and then sought teeth whitening for the premature cover boy, which is cuckoo to anybody who lives outside of LaLaLand.
Except for the teeth whitening, such misdemeaors of mothering can be witnessed in virtually any household with tots younger than two. But if you were weaned on Hollywood’s poison potion, propelled by your own mother into stardom as a preteen, used for profit or gain by every living soul you’ve ever met, idolized by the teeming, screaming masses, enslaved by the maw of a voracious media, it should be no surprise to anyone when delusional entitlement becomes your world view. Somewhere along the line in order to learn right from wrong, someone has to teach you the difference. But when you’re being groomed for pop stardom, no one tells you the truth. The King has no clothes only after he loses his crown.
Such an abrupt change-of-fortune could leave anyone defiant and in denial even before they are forced to submit to unforgiving judges, court monitors and paparrazi. When once everyone tripped over themselves to tell you you’re perfect, now they can’t wait to trump your tiniest flaws. You must now pay double for your once-overlooked sins, and your biggest sin is refusing airbrushed perfection — even going so far as to — horror! — cutting your blonde locks for the cameras in the biggest sybolic "fuck you" ever to the world. So now Britney pays for her willfull violation of the rules. But she still doesn’t understand just how completely her fortunes have changed, and she skips depositions, ignores her lawyers, and finally locks herself in the closet to keep the one thing, the only thing that is real in her life: her children Sean and Jayden. And they call that crazy. Contrarily, I wonder if perhaps, finally, the dim light of reality has finally crept beneath the door’s crack..