Now, I'm not one of those crazy Britney fanatics who has posters of her everywhere and saves chewed gum that she once supposedly discarded. I'm no Chris Crocker, but I do love me some Britney Spears. It's true. If loving Britney is wrong then I don't wanna be right. And here's why:
Secondly, she's from Louisiana, y'all! Not just Louisiana, but Kentwood. Theoretically, if Britney had slept through her Mickey Mouse Club audition, today she would probably be the star of "Swamp People." That's a great image - "Choot 'em, Britney!"
And finally, she is the definition of resilience. Just when you think she's out for the count, she comes back better and blonder than ever. I mean, come on. Who has a full-blown meltdown, goes in and out of rehab, shaves her head, attacks an SUV with an umbrella, is forcibly hospitalized and then pops back up a few months later with fresh extensions and a world tour? So when I spill my coffee and feel like the world is ending, I think to myself, "Britney survived 2007. I can survive Monday."
So yeah, I may have bumped Britney to the top of my prayer list back in 2007 and since then have had a (completely one-sided) bond with her. If she wants to be the next lovable, yet totally delusional Paula Abdul, well I support her. If nothing else, I hope that reported $15 million they're paying her to do this show will pay for a lifetime supply of her crazy pills. I'm rooting for you, Brit!
