Top 10

Top 10 albums for 2010 (in no particular order):

Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

Taylor Swift - Speak Now

KT Tunstall - Tiger Suit

Eminem - Recovery

Bruno Mars - Doo-Wops & Hooligans

Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fabtasy

B.o.B. - B.o.B. Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray

My Chemical Romance - Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killljoys

Natasha Bedingfield - Strip Me

MercyMe - The Generous Mr. Lovewell

Honorable Mention:

Hey Monday - Beneath it All

Maroon 5  Hands All Over

Miley Cyrus - Can't Be Tamed

Duffy - Endlessly

Brandon Flowers - Flamingo

American Bang - American Bang

Christina Aguilera - Bionic

Ed Kowalczyk - Alive

Fireflight - For Those Who Wait

Jason Derulo - Jason Derulo

John Legend & the Roots - Wake Up!

Kid Rock - Born Free

Kings of Leon - Come Around Sundown

The Maine - Black & White

Meatloaf - Hang Cool Teddy Bear

Rihanna - Loud

Robert Randolph & the Family Band - We Walk This Road

Straight No Chaser - With a Twist

Top 10 songs of 2010 (in no particular order):

Taylor Swift - Mean

Eminem ft. Rihanna - Love the Way You Lie

Kanye West - Runaway

Katy Perry - California Gurls

Cee-Lo Green - Fuck You

Bruno Mars - Just the Way You Are

My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

B.o.B. ft. Haylie Williams - Airplanes

Eminem - Not Afraid

Duffy - Well, Well, Well

The Personal Side of Britney Spears

A lot of Britney fans don't want to hear/read this, but it needs to be said: what goes on in her personal life is none of our business.  Is she happy?  Is she sad?  Is she pretending to be happy but is really sad?
Imagine for a second that you're Britney Spears.  Imagine having every decision you make scrutinized and picked apart.  Imagine every photo dissected to the nth degree.  Now, imagine you get snapped in the act of sneezing (or coughing or whatever).  Perhaps that picture of you sneezing looks to other people like you're crying.  Suddenly, a simple sneeze has turned into raging debate on whether you're happy or sad.
It's tough to put ourselves in her shoes.  We're just average simpletons with average simpleton jobs.  How could any of us know what it's like to be a superstar the world over.  How could we even begin to understand the pressures of stardom.  Some of us think it's easy to live the high life, to be rich and famous.  They don't know.
As fans, we treat celebrities completely differently than we do people in our own lives.  We don't talk about one friend with other friends.  We don't say, "So and so looks sad, do you think he/she is sad."  We don't say, "I wonder if so and so is really happy or just pretending."  We have more courtesy than that.  We talk to them directly.
Of course, none of us can do that with Britney.  No one is calling her on the phone to ask if she's OK.  Therefore, we convince ourselves that it's OK to talk about her amongst ourselves, discuss her personal life like we would a professional sports team.  It's not.  To say things like, "She's obviously not really happy," is an insult to Britney.  You're accusing her of something you don't even know to be true.  Even, "She's clearly happy, you can see it," is, while positive, still an unfair thing to say.  You just don't know.
Who wants to be thought of as a happy or sad person based on a few photos and some body language.  Again, imagine you're photographed with your significant other and people deduce from that one photo that you're clearly not in love.
Whether Britney is happy or sad is irrelevant.  I understand some bloggers and websites think it's their job to report on Britney.  But blogging/running a fansite is a hobby, not a job.  You don't have to talk about her relationship with Jason, the conservatorship, or any of that.
But I guess that's what blogging is: dissecting other people's lives and making ridiculous accusations.

12 Days of BRITmas

On the first day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, a brand new Britney CD
On the second day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, two hot legs and a brand new Britney CD
On the third day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the fourth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the fifth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the sixth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the seventh day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the eighth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, eight cheap weaves, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the ninth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, nine pairs of boots, eight cheap weaves, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the tenth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, ten packs of smokes, nine pairs of boots, eight cheap weaves, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the eleventh day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, eleven catchphrases, ten packs of smokes, nine pairs of boots, eight cheap weaves, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD
On the twelfth day of BRITmas Britney gave to me, twelve songs per album, eleven catchphrases, ten packs of smokes, nine pairs of boots, eight cheap weaves, seven backup dancers, six dance moves, five gold CDs, four on the floor, 1-2-3, two hot legs, and a brand new Britney CD 

Excerpt

I adjusted my hair in the mirror not sure what look I was going for but sure I was not achieving it. Messy can be sexy, but it can also just be messy. I pulled it back, but that looked just as bad. I put it up, then put it down. I shook it out. And shook and shook.
I was actually going to spend some time with a member of the opposite sex, so I thought I’d give looking presentable a shot. Then I tried that come hither look some women can pull off. However, after checking the mirror, I decided no man was going to come to my hither. I tried cute, but men don’t want to date 15-year olds. I tried mature, but looked like a mother of two kids, a mother that didn’t know how to dress herself.
I wished the lady who lives one floor above were around as I put clips and pins into my hair. From our one dinner, she seemed like someone who knew how to pull off come hither, cute, mature, or any other look I couldn’t.
After the fourth pin and third clip went in I was about to give up when I decided this guy would love a girl who didn’t try to look good and who didn’t look like she spent an hour getting ready. I would have a natural look (albeit one that took me 45 minutes to obtain).
I wouldn’t even be going on this date if my mother didn’t set me up. Oh, honey, he’s such a sweet guy, she said. And handsome, and he works just across the street, I mean, I see him everyday, so I knew it must be a sign. I showed him a picture of you and he was more than happy to accept the date.
“Mom,” I said over the phone when she called me with the alleged good news, “You showed him my high school yearbook photo. I look 12 in that picture. The guy is probably a pervert looking for some young girl to molest.”
She brushed off that notion with a quick, “I told him you were a grown woman and a teacher. He’s too nice to be a pervert.”
I gave her the big sigh, the one that says, “I hate you so much right now.” But I caved, hung up the phone, and then cursed myself for caving.
I had no clue what he looked like, who he was, what he did, or if he indeed was “too nice to be a pervert,” but if he saw my high school yearbook photo and still agreed to see me, I owed him this one date.
When I checked my watch I noticed two things: it seemed to have stopped working and I seemed to be late. And since I didn’t know when it stopped, I had no idea how late I was. Running to the microwave, I saw that I was 15 minutes late. Great way to make a first impression.
I applied my make-up as quickly, but neatly, as possible, grabbed my purse and ran out the door. It wasn’t 10 seconds before I ran back inside realizing I was barefoot. I threw on my boots, grabbed my coat and was finally ready to meet the man (or pervert) of my dreams.
It’s been said that things happen for a reason. Many people believe in destiny – that things are predetermined – that we have no control over our own lives. If that’s true, then whoever was in control of my life sure has a sense of humor. About 20 minutes after I ran out the door, I found myself laid out on someone’s front lawn, having almost been run down. Of course, it was entirely my fault.
I’m not sure exactly how I survived. But I looked around once I gathered my bearings and didn’t see anyone. Could someone have almost killed me and simply driven away? You would think a little courtesy to the nearly deceased would be appropriate, but apparently not. Though, I must admit, had I not foolishly tried to reapply my lip gloss while going 40 miles per hour, I wouldn’t be lying on someone’s lawn.
It took a few minutes, but I eventually stood, found my car, which was no longer running and somehow not imbedded in a tree, and attempted to walk toward it. Unfortunately, I made it two or three steps before I was down again. That’s when I heard a voice ask me if I needed help.
“You almost run me down and you have the gall to ask if I need help,” I spat out, more miffed at myself for my own stupidity.
“Actually” he answered rather calmly, “I just got here and saw you lying down.”
Well, didn’t I feel like an idiot (again). An apology would have been forthcoming until I realized I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not.
“Sorry if I don’t believe you, but things happened so fast I’m not quite sure who you are or where you came from.” I tried to stand again, which I executed flawlessly. But then I took a step and fell forward face first only to be grabbed a second before I smacked into the ground.
“Forgive my rudeness,” he apologized. “But I’m not sure whether you’re drunk or injured.” He tenderly helped me back to my feet. “I don’t want to assume anything or come across like an insensitive jerk.” He paused, and then continued, “Do you need me to hold you up?”
Annoyed he thought I appeared drunk, I shook him off. “Excuse me, but I can stand on my own. I just have trouble walking, and, no, I’m not drunk. But thanks for your concern. It’s touching.”
Wow, when did I become a bitch? I tried to calm myself down. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m just a little confused. One minute I’m driving, the next I’m lying here.”
I took a second to actually look at the man who may or may not have run me off the road. He was beautiful, if a little peculiar, with blond hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t tall, dark and handsome, but something about him had me entrapped. His eyes, perhaps.
“My name is Lin,” he offered. “I’m sorry if I offended you, but I know one of the signs of intoxication is unsteadiness on the feet. And, well, clearly your feet are quite unsteady.”
He offered to call the police or an ambulance, but I declined both offers. I had somehow regained the ability to walk straight and decided I could drive myself home.
“I’m fine,” I offered. “Thank you, though. I appreciate your concern.” I walked to my car and looked back over my shoulder to see my hero (villain?) waving to me.
“Maybe we’ll meet again,” he said, as he continued to watch me walk away.
I debated for a second trying to act sexy, to put a little extra bounce in my step. Problem was, I didn’t have any bounce, so I just walked normally, got in my car, waved goodbye and drove home.

The Fight For Truth

Star Magazine, through Britney Spears' ex Jason Alexander, made the outrageous claim this week that Jason Trawick, her current boyfriend, beat her.  In an interview with the magazine, Alexander said he spoke to Britney and she told him Trawick beat her and blackened her eye.
Not surprisingly, Britney's team, her manager Larry Rudolph and one of her conservators, Andrew Wallet, quickly defended Trawick, calling the accusations, and the alleged audio tape of Britney talking to Alexander, "so fake as to be laughable."
Star Magazine has chosen to stick by its story, even though 1) Britney's team is suing and 2) Britney's team confirmed they denied the story when the magazine first inquired of its validity.  Star, according to reports, will attempt to dig up dirt on Trawick to prove the story's merit.
How what he did in the past proves the believability of these current allegations is yet to be determined (though it could be surmised that if they uncover a past filled with abuse claims and allegations it would surely lend more credence to Star's story).
What Star can't do, however, is go back and remove the audio tapes purporting to be of conversations between Alexander and Spears that have since been determined to be fake by audio experts.  One even reported the tape being so distorted, it was impossible to tell whose voice that was.
Clearly, Star Magazine seems to be grasping at straws.  Alexander has become such an untrustworthy source of information, they have chosen to remove him from the equation and instead find other people who will share some dirt on Trawick's past.  That is, if there is dirt to be shared.
No doubt more stories and outlandish claims will be made.  But at what cost?
Looking at message boards, there seems to be some amount of people who buy into the magazine's claims of abuse.  Whether that is due to the story seeming plausible to them or because these people just happen to believe tabloids in general is unknown.  What is known is the damage these kinds of allegations could due to the life and career of Spears' beau.
Imagine if Spears and her boyfriend separate in the near future (quite the possibility, not every relationships lasts forever).  That would just lend more credence to the abuse claims.  Or image if pictures surface showing the two of them in a heated argument.  Again, more evidence that Trawick is, in fact, abusive.
Obviously, Star Magazine is banking on uncovering (or making up) enough evidence to support their claims and, thus, fight off any potential lawsuit.  But besides the cost to Trawick, there may be a heavy cost handed down to the magazine.
It has not been revealed at this time how much the Spears' team plans to sue for.  They may want millions of dollars or just a simple retraction. Regardless, this cannot be a fight Star Magazine wants.  Even if some amount of public opinion is on its side, the magazine can't possibly expect to win a court battle when its slandered Trawick's name so voraciously.
Many times magazines make up ridiculous stories and allegations: about pregnancy, marriage, divorce, and the like.  This story, though, centers on criminal activity.  Assault and battery, what Trawick is accused of committing, is a criminal offense.  It is a serious matter that Star Magazine handled irresponsibly (once it was told by Spears' team that the allegations were untrue, the magazine should have put the story aside if and until it could produce more than one source; a source which had an axe to grind, as Alexander had been removed from Spears' life by her parents and legal team after the twosomes 55-hour marriage).
Ironically, almost all tabloid stories about the pop star show her in a negative light: she's on drugs, she's a bad parent, she hates her children, etc., while this particular story paints her as the wounded victim.  Traditionally she's the victim of shoddy reporting and lies, but for once, at least according to Star Magazine and Alexander, she's another kind of victim.  No one seems to realize that irony in a situation where the girl who usually ends up on magazine covers for doing bad things is now, allegedly, on these magazine cover because bad things are being done to her.
To dismiss this story as complete trash would be natural, but the idea of violence happening to celebrities is not a foreign concept.  Remember, it wasn't that long ago the picture of a bruised and beaten Rihanna surfaced.  She had been assaulted by her then boyfriend Chris Brown.  Therefore, it is not entirely out of the question that someone, someday could perpetrate a heinous criminal act against Spears.
It just doesn't seem like this is that time.

Why Ya Gotta Be So Mean

It's no coincidence that during these times when the spotlight shines brightly on bullying Taylor Swift would include on her latest album a song called "Mean."  Someday, I'll be living in a big ol city, and all you're every gonna be is mean/Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me, and all you're ever gonna be is mean, she sings.
No, this isn't a review of the song; it's merely a commentary.  Perhaps she's singing about an abusive parent or a mean child in school.  Either way, Taylor's not using dirty, underhanded tactics to deal with her bully.  She's not fighting fire with fire, as the saying goes.  She's being the bigger person, walking away, but reminding her tormentor that "all you're ever gonna be is mean" if you don't change.
It's very easy in bullying situations for the victim to want to fight back with violence or to embarrass the bully (fighting fire with fire).  Neither of those tactics work.  Some people say that in order to stop from being picked on, you have to stand up for yourself and throw the first punch.  Unfortunately, there's a good chance that will just lead to you getting your ass kicked.  The idea of a bully (someone who's, in theory, bigger than you) running scared because you dared to throw a punch is laughable.  More likely, the bully will throw a punch right back, which is the exact situation you're trying to avoid.
If you want to preserve your own life and well-being, inciting violence does not seem like the wisest move.  That doesn't mean you need to back down or run away or act scared.  Standing up to a bully simply means letting him or her know regardless of what they do and say, you're not going to let it affect you.  Eventually, they realize their strategy isn't working and they'll leave you alone.  That's the ultimate goal.
I've been bullied.  I was picked on.  But in my life I've only thrown one punch.  I survived my youth by avoiding confrontation.  I wrestled someone to the ground once, but that was as far as I took it.
Bullies pick on the weaker because it's easier to push them around . . . obviously.  Fighting back with violence doesn't make you stronger, it just makes you look desperate.  It means the bully has achieved his or her goal by getting into your head and making you do things you don't wanna do.  If a bully just wanted to fight, he'd pick on someone bigger who likes fighting.
Not only do you risk serious injury by fighting back aggressively, you also stoop to his or her level.  You've become a bully yourself.  Suppose you fight back, and suppose you somehow end up kicking the shit out of your bully.  You're now no better than he or she is.  Perhaps you were just defending yourself.  But when does the violence escalate to the point where you're no longer defending yourself, he or she is.
No one wants to be picked on.  No one wants to be seen as weak.  But fighting back aggressively doesn't make you strong.  If a bully is nonphysical means to harass you, using those same means to harass him or her doesn't make you better.  It makes you no different.
I laugh when people who are angry with Perez Hilton for being a bully, use the same bullying tactics to insult him.  An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind, they say.  Two wrongs don't make a right, they say.
How about this one: to ere is human, to forgive is divine.  It takes a big person to say, "I know you've been picking on me, know you've made my life miserable, but I don't hate you.  I forgive you."  Pope John Paul II went to the jail where the man who attempted to murder him was being kept and forgave him.
Maybe the next time you get picked on, you ask the bully, "Why ya gotta be so mean?"

Stigma

There is a stigma attached to being a Britney Spears fan.  Those who like her are stereotyped: girls are dumb and boys are gay.  Very simplistic.
Many people are embarrassed to admit they like her.  And if her name is brought up in conversation, they will rarely speak their true feelings about her.  It may not seem like much (it's only Britney), but it shows how so many people are afraid to be themselves.
Thanks to silly generalizations, we've made it difficult for people who don't follow social norms to be open about who they are and what they believe in.  It's easy to like something that everyone else likes.  It's easy to be someone who everyone else already is.  There are no funny looks if you're a heterosexual male who finds Heidi Klum attractive.  People don't give sideways glances to girls who gush over Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp.
But life isn't that simple.  Not everyone fits into a neat, little box.  For every heterosexual guy who listens to Lil Wayne or Green Day, there's one guy blasting "If You Seek Amy."  For every girl listening to Justin Bieber or Lady Gaga, there's one girl with a weird haircut listening to David Bowie.
So, when faced with the dilemma of handling these "weird, out of the box" people, we have two choices: except them for who they are or shame them back into the box.  It's no surprise that most people choose the latter option.  It's much easier to ridicule someone than it is to accept their differences.
Kids in school are bullied for this very reason: their classmates can't/won't accept them for who they are, so they resort to teasing.  It takes patience and understanding to fully comprehend why people are the way they are.  Why does the heterosexual male listen to Britney Spears?  Why does the homosexual male like extreme fighting/boxing?  Why does a girl shave half her head and listen to Depeche Mode?  Why ask these questions when you can just make jokes?
Many people claim to live in the box marked "normal," yet what is normal exactly?  The person teasing you about your Britney obsession might go home every afternoon and watch Hannah Montana.  The person who calls you a queer and a homo, might spend his/her nights having homosexual fantasies.
There's a stigma attached to being a Britney Spears fan.  There's a stigma attached to a lot of things.  You either ignore it or you let it dictate your life.  You can be ashamed, you can hide in the corner, you can listen to her music on your headphones alone in your room, or you can be proud, proud enough to blast her music like the guy down the halls blasts his Kanye West.
There are always two choices in every situation.  You have every right to follow societal norms.  Blend in.  Go unnoticed.  Be timid.
There's a stigma attached to being a Britney Spears fan.  But who said you had to give a fuck.

Amnesia

It appears Lindsay Lohan gets amnesia whenever she's in a courtroom.  That's the only explanation for how could have been (allegedly) shocked when Judge Elden Fox sentenced her to 30 days in jail with no bail.  Although she was dressed to impress, it appears the judge was not moved.  Britney Spears once sang, "6-inch heels make a boy wanna bite his lip."  Unfortunately, the judge either doesn't listen to Britney or prefers a smaller heel.
In all seriousness, Lindsay has a legitimate problem.  I believe that doing drugs should not be considered a crime.  Selling drugs, definitely, but not doing them.  Of course, Lindsay won't stay very long in jail (overcrowding and all that).  Still, this seems to be a woman who needs medical help.  Truthfully, she needs a parental figure who cares more about her than about being on TV or in the papers.
It seems her father, Michael, speaks to X17online every day.  Her mom, Dina, loves to talk to Extra, the Today Show, or any other entertainment show that will have her.  While it may be true that Lindsay is an adult and should be able to take care of herself, we all need strong, supportive parents to guide us.  Lindsay only has weak, unsupportive parents.  Sure, perhaps even in a loving household Lindsay would have still become a drug addict, but it's less likely.
Yes, Lindsay has to take responsibility for her actions.  And, yes, her drug problem is her fault.  But the State of California has to get her some help (not put her in the slammer for a few hours).  And, truthfully, she's a work in progress (as is any person with an addiction), so it's unfair to expect her to get clean overnight.  If she keeps at it, and there's no reason to think she won't, over time she'll become less dependent on the drugs.  She just needs the chance (and the guidance).
We should all root for someone like Lindsay, because she could be any of us.  Sure, she's been to rehab four times.  However, just because she hasn't taken to it yet, doesn't mean she doesn't continue to deserve the opportunities.
We all deserve the chance to live a clean, healthy life.

Covering Up a Possible Cover up

There's so much information out there, it's really hard to know who or what to believe.  He says this, she says that, and someone else says this, that and the other.  But which one can you trust?
When Adam Leber calls bullshit on a report that Jason Trawick proposed to Britney Spears is he more believable than the magazine(s) that reported the story?  Technically, he's supposed to call bullshit on something like that.  If Britney and Jason get engaged, she's going to want to make the announcement, not let some magazine beat her to the punch.  If the magazine(s) beat her to the punch, what other choice is there but to call those reports lies?
On the other hand, can you really believe magazines that constantly post either knowingly or unknowingly false information?  They're really not reliable.  These stories are posted, not for their accuracy, but to entice people to buy the magazines.  A cover story about Britney and Jason getting married could be very enticing.
So, both sides have reasons to lie: either for personal gain or protection.  How, then, do you know who to believe?
You may come to the conclusion that magazines lie all the time and managers/publicists don't.  That's a misinformed conclusion, because magazines don't lie all the time and managers/publicists do, in fact, lie sometimes.  Concluding that magazines lie more than managers/publicists, etc, so always believe the manger/publicist over the magazine is another misinformed conclusion.  While technically true, if you subscribe to that theory, you ignore those times when the magazine got the story right and the manager/publicist lied to cover it up.
The only way to truly go about it is to simply believe no one.  Look at the facts and come up with your own conclusion.  If there are no facts, necessarily, then go by what you know.  Use history as a guideline.  Don't just assume that person a is right and person b is wrong.  Blindly following that which you're not sure of only gets you lost.
In the grand scheme of things, it's probably no ones business, anyway.  Magazines will continue to publish stories (real or imaged) that will entice buyers, and managers/publicists will continue to say whatever it takes to make their client look good.

Burn, Bitch, Burn!

We're obsessed with weight.  Not a news flash, I grant you.  But our obsessive behavior has led to the invention of two disorders inconceivable to the ration mind: anorexia and bulimia (or starving yourself and puking).  How did these disorders come about?  Who was the first person to decided that puking up food was a good idea?
Can you imagine any other being behaving this way?  Imagine dogs and cats puking up their food intentionally or fish regurgitating their fish food.  Why did we decide this would be a good way to live?  Or, forget puking it up, just don't eat it.  Save yourself the money and trouble of cooking and just don't eat.  These are the genius ideas we've come up with as human beings to deal with weight gain.
It's not just weight we're obsessed with.  It's our general appearance.  Not our health or well-being, just our outward appearance, how we look.  No one cares about the inside, just the outside.
We've invented so many products to "cure" the outside: botox to stop the aging process, implants to give you boobs, liposuction to take away the fat, rhinoplasty to fix the big honker, and so much more.  There's a problem, though: you can't actually stop the aging process.  And fake tits won't make you more of a woman.  And liposuction may suck the fat away, but it won't make you healthier.  And a smaller nose won't lead to less blowing or sickness.
When Kim Kardashian says she wants botox because she has lines on her face and is embarrassed, someone needs to remind her that she's nearly 30.  Botox may stop her from looking 30, but it won't stop her from being 30.  And when she dies, I don't think God will give her preferential treatment because she has no lines on her face.
Women seem to fight these battles more than men do.  Unfortunately, men seem to be the reason the battles exist.  Women binge and purge or refuse to eat, because their last boyfriend called them fat.  Women inject chemicals into their faces, because their husbands don't pay attention to them.  In that regard, I have to call out the men for their insensitive and hurtful behavior.
Being a fan of Britney Spears, I read a lot of negative things about her.  Most of the negativity concerns her appearance.  She's been "too big" in a lot of people's eyes for a while now.  I've read a lot of comments about how she looks good, but still needs to lose a few more pounds.  When you call these people out for being jerks, their response is typically, "I'm just being honest" or they give you a state of pop music address and rattle off names of those who are hotter than Britney.  Well, good for those ladies.  No woman should have to look like anyone else to be accepted.
There may be women out there with better bodies than Britney depending on your point of view and taste.  So what?  I remember a few years ago when people gave Jennifer Love Hewitt shit for having a big ass.  Yes, she was on the beach in a bikini and her ass was big.  Again, so what?
It is the unjustified criticisms that lead women to become anorexic or bulimic.  If JLH hears she has a big ass, maybe she can deflect that and not let it get to her.  If Britney hears she needs to lose weight, maybe she can deflect that, too.  But what about other women, ones who look up to people like Britney and JLH, can they deflect the criticism when they look in the mirror and realize they're bigger than both these girls?
Why do men put women down?  Why do women put women down?  Jealousy?  No.  It's the insecurities we have about our own bodies.  If someone convinces Kim Kardashian that she looks old, it's because that person feels old, and he or she doesn't want to feel alone.  If you can convince someone he or she looks like shit, you can have a companion in misery.
Just recently, Catt Sadler (of the Daily 10 on the E! network) tweeted she needed to tighten and tone.  All I could think about was what could she possibly tone and tighten.  If she's bigger than a size 2 I'll eat my keyboard.  Now, I'm sure she didn't say this because she feels fat.  It was probably more of a reminder to herself to stay fit.  However, it's also a reminder some people are never satisfied.  They can never be too tone or too fit.  Their boobs can never be too big.  Their stomach too flat.  Their skin too porcelain.
It seems even the best looking of us have insecurities.  While that may seem "cute" on the surface, it's a sad reminder of how some people just don't get it.
To some women, Kim Kardashian is the ultimate beauty.  But is that good enough for her?  Britney Spears has a body many would die for.  But is that good enough for her fans?  Catt Sadler could put women half her age to shame.  But is she toned and tight enough?
I guess the moral is no matter how hard you strive for perfection, you'll always be one-step away.  It's best, therefore, to look, not with your eyes, but with your mind.  Sometimes the blind can get from point A to point B quicker than the sighted.

Mommy, the Fish Makes My Tummy Hurt

I'm a Britney Spears fan.  You don't even have to know me long to figure it out.  I'm not ashamed of it.  I will defend her on most things, i.e. dressing crazy, having crazy hair, wearing no panties, and whatever else.  It's her life, she can live it how she chooses.
But I don't wear rose-colored glasses.  I've been around for her entire career.  I've seen the lows, and God knows some were lower than low.  I cannot, with good conscience, dismiss every rumor or get upset when people question Britney or her motives.  When her ex-husband Kevin Federline calls the Department of Child Services because he's heard such-and-such may have happened and wants it investigated, I can't blame him.  By calling, he's not pointing fingers at Britney, saying she's a bad mother.  He's checking to make sure his children are all right.  He has every right to do that.
I'm not a Kevin apologist, but what has the man done to deserve hatred?  Let's look at the facts: Britney approached Kevin, made the first move, invited him to Europe, proposed to him, and got knocked up twice.  All Kevin did was come along for the ride.  Since they divorced what has he done: gained custody of his children when Britney went off the rails, kept his mouth shut about Britney, and basically went about his life.  He did one reality show, which the point of was to lose weight.  He barely mentioned Britney.  In fact, he talked more about Shar Jackson, his other ex, who was on the show with him.
No, Kevin didn't run to Britney's rescue back in 2007 when she went off the deep end.  He stayed out of her life, except when the kids were involved.  Britney divorced Kevin, so that's obviously what she wanted.
I love Britney in the sense that I care about her well-being.  But I'm not blind to her faults.  I can see those faults and still love her.  Jesus did.  If you believe in Him, then you believe He loves us even though we're all flawed.
I'm not agreeing with the bodyguard who is suing Britney.  I think everything he's claiming is a lie.  I believe Britney would never intentionally harm her children.  I believe she loves those children.  But mothers have been convicted of murdering their children, the same ones they cried about on the stand during trial, the same ones they kissed goodbye before they drowned or stabbed or otherwise ended their lives.  Just loving your children doesn't make you a good parent.
In 2008, Britney holed herself up in her bathroom with one of her sons, refusing to turn him over to Kevin's bodyguards when it was his turn with the kids.  She was placed on a 5150 hold and basically declared insane.  I understand that was over two years ago.  I know she's been better since then.  But imagine if that was your kid.  Wouldn't you take all precautions from that point forward to ensure your child's safety?  I hope so.
While I agree that Britney is a good mother who loves her children, I believe Kevin has every right to take every claim seriously and have it investigated.  For it is the blind and ignorant whom are the first to miss that which is right in front of their face.

Sexy is Raunchy

Beautiful, cute and sexy: three words to describe someone that do not mean the same thing.  You can be one or all three, but being only one doesn't make you less desirable.  The problem arises when you are one and think you have to be another.
Many girls are cute.  Some are beautiful.  A few are sexy.  Being cute does not mean you're sexy or that you have to try and be sexy.  There is nothing wrong with being just cute.  The word gets a dirty rap because it gets used to describe everything from dogs to wallpaper to babies.  But it's very applicable to some women.  For instance, I would say that Natalie Portman is very cute.  She's not someone I'd necessarily want to see naked, so I wouldn't classify her as sexy, but she's far from unattractive.  She's cute.  And there's nothing wrong with that.
Sexy is not cute.  Sexy is raunchy and dirty; it's expletives and dirty talk.  It's nasty thoughts you would never tell anyone else (except maybe when you whisper them into your lover's ear).  Sexy is not classy.  It's not supposed to be.  Sexy is half-naked, fully naked, soaking wet, on your knees, smeared lipstick, and tattered clothing.
Megan Fox is sexy.  You don't want to cuddle with Megan, you don't want to hold her underneath the moonlight, talk about your feelings, and weep softly together.  You want to rip her clothes off, throw her down, get on top, put her on top, sweat, scream, push and pull.  Sexy is having to have someone, a need to take them then and there.
Some women do have the ability to be all three.  Britney Spears, to me, is all three.  When she's laughing and smiling and let's herself go, she's cute.  When she's with her children, holding them, kissing them and mothering them, she's beautiful.  But when she's at the beach in a little bikini, or on stage in some skin tight outfit, she's sexy.
Another woman I would say fits into all three categories is Rihanna.  With her ridiculous hairdos and outfits, she's cute.  When she puts on a fancy dress, she's beautiful.  And when she strips down to barely anything, she's very sexy.
Who fits into what category may vary based on taste, but the point remains: don't confuse sexy, beautiful and cute.  If you want classy, elegant, then you want beautiful.  Think Christina Hendricks at an awards show.  But don't mistake that for sexy.  There's nothing raunchy in there, nothing dirty.  When you see someone like Miley Cyrus in tight, little shorts shaking her ass on stage that's an attempt at being sexy (it may not necessarily work for you, of course).
Some people would argue that girls are acting too sexy too young.  That's quite possible.  But sexy gets you the bacon.  Guys aren't trying to get into cute's pants.  And they're not buying beautiful drinks to take her home.  Honestly, sexy gets you places cute and beautiful never will.  But not everyone can be sexy.  Cute and beautiful will serve most girls well.  Of course, the dirty girls want more.  If you don't want that, why fake it?
It seems as though many girls want to be thought of as sexy.  Here's a tip: you don't have to be.  What those sexy girls are getting you probably don't want (and that's not even counting the STDs).
It's time women started taking cute back.  Be proud of cute.  Be proud of beautiful.  Sexy is raunchy.  If you're not raunchy, why are you trying so hard to be sexy?

This is Me

(speaking) This is Britney/Britney Spears/You know me?/Yeah, you do

(verse 1)
Everyone says I'm crazy
Eat cheetos, act lazy
Drink my water it don't faze me
Lovin my babies every day, please

Got my boyfriend on a leash?
That so ain't me
You need to check your facts
Before I kick you in the teeth

Not tryin to be angry
Can't let it daze me
Got a million bitches
Who all idolize me
And you know what?

(chorus)
I can't believe the things that I read
While I duck and dodge all the negativity
Trying to be me, stay me, love me

(verse 2)
Everyone says I'm uncool
Act foolish, unlike you
I guess it must be true
Cause you said it, right, boo

I do my own thing
You know I make my own rules
Lean a little to the left
You know how we do

I got people behind me
They rep me every day, please
Stronger than you, tease
Hot as fire when they leave
And you know what?

(chorus)
I can't believe the things that I read
While I duck and dodge all the negativity
Trying to be me, stay me, love me

(bridge)
Careful when you poke me
You won't like me
And my fans?
They'll kick you in the face, you'll see
Don't believe me
Just try us

Yeah, us
Because you know what?

(chorus)
I can't believe the things that I read
While I duck and dodge all the negativity
Trying to be me, stay me, love me

Do you love me?

Christmas in September

I don't know when Britney Spears' new album is coming out.  I assume this year.
I don't know when her new single is coming out.  I assume this month.
If the latter is true (and, really, it has to be if the former is true) everyone's Christmas wish will have been granted.  All Britney fans want for Christmas (or Hanukkah, if you're Jewish) is new music (OK, maybe a hot body, great hair, and sexy outfits, too).  Is that too much to ask for?
Let me be honest and say that, for me, I'm asking for something else.  I want everyone and their grandmothers to stop talking about the album.  I'm tired of hearing every producer known to man talk about the "hot songs" they're writing for Britney or the "hot beats" they're producing for Britney.  If they're so hot, save them for yourself.
I'm tired of people who've heard the album proclaiming it "her best work" or "a return to the Britney of old."  What does the second one even mean?  Are we getting "Sometimes Part 2?"  "Sometimes I still run/Sometimes I still hide."  It's like "I Still Know What You Did Last Summer," but without Jennifer Love Hewitt's massive chest (aka "I Still Know What Jennifer Love Hewitt's Boobs Did Last Summer").
I'm sure the album will be amazing.  Britney never disappoints.  I'm sure it will contain "hot beats" and "hot songs."  I just don't wanna hear about it.
I know that statement will offend every Britney fan alive (especially someone like ?, aka the cute blond who runs PoorBritney, since her whole online life depends on Britney news and gossip or someone like Jasmin who runs PieceofBritney or Jordan Miller who runs breatheheavy.com.  They all depend on people taking about Britney).  But I can survive without album discussion, since no album exists yet to discuss.
And, God only knows how bad it's going to get this coming week with the MTV Video Music Awards on Sept. 12, even though Adam Leber, Britney's manager, specifically said she isn't going to be there.  Someone will claim they heard something or one of Britney's official websites will foolishly post something that gets people thinking she IS going to appear (or, perhaps, Britney herself will tweet something that gets people thinking she's appearing).
Don't get me wrong, I love to talk about Britney's music and performances; just ones that, you know, actually exist.  I don't get excited thinking about fake song titles and fake album titles and fake duets with Lady Gaga (even though that would be epical).  Maybe I'm too old, and were I 16, I would fall all over myself talking about rumors and shit.  But I have a job and a life outside of Britney.  I just want the actual music.
When the album does come out, most people will have over-hyped themselves to the point that the actual disk can't compete with their own manifestations.  Just like with "Circus," a couple months after the release, fans will start bad-mouthing this new album.  It's sad, really.  Everyone has an idea of how Britney should sound.  When the album first drops, people are so excited they forget how they THOUGHT the album should have been.  It's only until a couple months go by, after they've listened to it 189 times that they remember, "Oh, yeah, this isn't the direction I wanted Britney to go in," and turn on it.
Make no mistake, this album will probably feature Max Martin, and fans will probably bash that song, and they'll probably do it after it reaches 150 plays on their iTunes.  I'm not saying Britney fans are hypocrites or stupid or ignorant, but . . . the facts speak for themselves.
I just know that my Christmas wish is probably not coming true.

All I Want (Is to Spend Time in Hawaii With My Hot Girlfriend)

There doesn't seem to be  place on this planet where paparazzi aren't located.  Britney Spears jetted off to Hawaii for vacation and the paparazzi followed suit (unless these are Hawaiian paparazzi in which case I question their career choice).
I wonder if these guys (and paparazzi are 99 percent male) get all expenses paid when they travel.  Maybe it doesn't matter.  If you heard Britney was headed to Hawaii, would you care if you had to pay your own way?  You get to do your job and relax on the beach.  I wonder if there's a hotel somewhere on the island flooded with shutterbugs.  Imagine booking a room at that hotel.
I guess traveling to Hawaii (or wherever celebs vacation) is the paparazzi's vacation.  I doubt they get two weeks off (or could afford to miss two weeks, because God forbid we go a day without a photo of Lindsay Lohan walking).  I doubt they get decent medical insurance, either, which has to suck, especially when they're getting punched in the face (no wonder they sue).
You would think when someone like Britney leaves L.A., paparazzi (and the agencies that pay them) would let them go and focus on other celebrities.  Spoiler alert: L.A. is filled with famous faces.  But, no.  We can't possibly go without our daily Britney fix.  Of course, that doesn't take into account the number of times she's gone a week or so without being photographed (and that was while she was at home).
Therefore, it stands to reason if the tabloid media can go a week without a Britney photo while she sits around her house, those bloodsuckers can go a week while she spends some alone time with her boyfriend.  Unfortunately for her, a bikini picture is just too good to pass up it seems.  And Britney hasn't disappointed (from a purely heterosexual male point of view, seeing her in all her different bikinis is a huge turn-on).
How weird must it be for Britney to be doing nothing more than STANDING on her balcony, only to look down and see a horde of photographers snapping away?  The only thing more boring than standing is sitting (and God knows we've had plenty of those pictures).
Entertainment news has devalued the photograph to the point where it's almost become meaningless.  Photography used to have meaning; now a picture of someone walking, standing, or sitting passes for front page news: "Lauren Conrad walks to her car!"  (Exclamation point added for emphasis)
When Britney does something interesting or noteworthy, fine, take her picture.  But for all that is good and holy, standing in a bikini or swimming in a bikini or walking in a bikini is neither interesting or noteworthy.  Sure, it's sexy.  But we have Playboy for that.  And as hot as Britney is, these photos would never make Playboy.

Keeping Crazy Away From Crazy

There was a rumor that Lindsay Lohan was spotted with Adam Leber (who manages Britney Spears).  Not shockingly, Britney fans were not happy.  The responses were mostly, "Keep Lindsay away from Britney."  Apparently, whatever Lindsay has must be contagious.
These fans must have short-term memory loss, because not too long ago Britney was in a similar position (minus the jail time).  Imagine if another celebrity's fan base said, "Keep Britney away."  Britney fans would have been pissed.
The idea that Lindsay needs to be separated from others is ludicrous.  If anything, it's the opposite: she needs to be reintegrated back into society.  In fact, hanging out with Britney would probably be great for Lindsay.  She'd be a positive influence on her.  Obviously, it's unlikely to happen.  But for Britney fans to thumb their noses at the idea, as if Britney is somehow above Lindsay, is ridiculous.
Newsflash: Britney's not above anyone.  Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your queen has problems just like the rest of us.  No, she avoided jail, and she didn't go to four different rehabs.  She just did other things.
I like Lindsay and I want to see her career restarted.  But on a personal level, I just want to see her live a healthy life.  Shunning her (or passing the idea around) won't help.

She Looks Good (For an Old Hag)

InStyle released its list of hot 2010 bikinis.  On the list were the usual culprits: Kim Kardashian, Halle Berry, Anna Lynn McCord, Megan Fox.  Absent from the list, even though she's worn approximately 100 different bikinis this summer was Britney Spears.  The only thing worse than Britney not being on that list was the fact that it wasn't shocking.
In 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, Britney would make any list with the word hot or sexy in the title.  Not just make the list, but usually be on top.  Nowadays, IF she makes the list it tends to be at the bottom (a pity add, if you will).  As a Britney fan, it should bother me.  It doesn't.
I know Britney is still as sexy as she ever was.  I know her body is fantastic.  The fact that these magazines don't see that is, to me, a good thing.  It makes Britney underrated, almost like a secret that no one knows about.
Britney's biggest problem is that she's at that evil Hollywood age where she's too old to be young and too young to be old.  People like Halle and Jennifer Aniston get praised for having amazing bodies "for their age" (even though their bodies are amazing for anyone's age).  Britney has an amazing body, too, but, sadly, she's not old enough to be recognized for it.  It's a weird thing that also affects other beautiful women like Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Love Hewitt.  They're not hot, young stars; nor are they mature, older women.
Someday Britney will hit 40, and assuming she looks as good as she does today (which she will), she should get the attention she deserves.  But why can't she (and other stars in her age range) get praised right now?  Why must women be celebrated for looking good "for their age" instead of just looking good?  There are millions of women in their 20s suffering from weight issues who would die to look like a Jennifer Aniston or a Cindy Crawford right this minute.  It's somewhat of a slap in the face to say "she looks good for her age."
Someday they'll say that about Britney; that she looks good "for her age."  It'll be annoying then like it is now.  What they say about Britney today (to be polite) is that she looks good for having two kids.  No, Britney doesn't look god for having two kids.  Britney just looks good, period.
We need to stop quantifying everything.  A beautiful woman is beautiful regardless of age.  She's beautiful regardless of how many kids she's birthed.  Britney Spears is a beautiful woman.  If these list makers don't want to include her in their sexy/hot lists, then good.  I don't want to share her with the world, anyway.

What Are Women (And Why Do We Need Them)?

Every guy at one time in his life has asked the question, "What good are women?"  It's not a misogynistic question, not a sexist question, and surely not a mean-spirited question.  It's usually said (more specifically thought) out of confusion.  What good are women?
The easy answer is very.  Women are very good.  That's the easy answer.  The real answer is more difficult; women are not that good sometimes.  Women are impossible, a conundrum, evil, insane, pick your adjective.  Let's look at some examples:
* A woman will buy 25 pairs of shoes, but question why you had to buy a blu-ray DVD player.  She'll point out how she got those 25 pairs for less than you spent on the DVD player.  You might feel bad.  But when you look on the sole of one of those pairs and see red, just know that she did not, in fact, spend less than you did.
* A women will allow you to control the TV remote enough times to let you think you have some control in the relationship.  But when you look closer, you'll realize every show you pick is one she would have picked.  But when she gets to choose, you end up leaving the room.  Coincidence?  Not exactly.
* If you try to choose a restaurant, a women will allow you to pick.  Then she'll reject every choice you make, while at the same time telling you she doesn't care where you two eat.
* Your woman does the bills.  You think you have it good.  Look at the credit card bill one time and you'll see why she does the bills.
* Your woman fell for you because you're big and strong and she was attracted to your muscles and strong hands.  When you have sex, she tells you you're too rough.  How do you win?
* You left your wife for another girl.  You married the new girl.  Soon into the marriage she gets paranoid you might be cheating on her.  She's not happy.
* Women will gain weight, complain about it, yet never make the effort to lose the weight.  You tell her you love her the way she is.  She gives you the "go fuck yourself" eye roll.
* Women are never satisfied with how they look.  They are in constant competition with one another.  The boob job was not created because of man, it was created because one day a woman saw another woman with bigger boobs than hers and said, "Shit, I have to fix this."
* Women will bitch all day and night about that one other woman in the office.  One day you surprise her for lunch and she's chatting it up with "that bitch" like they're old friends.
* If you come home early from work and catch your woman with another man, it'll be your fault for coming home early.
* You may make most of the money, but she gets to decide how it's spent (don't worry, that closet full of dresses, shoes and jewelry is for you).
* If a woman offers to pay her half for a date, she's testing you, obviously.  You better tell her to put her money away.  However, if she demands to pay, you better let her.
Somehow, with that all being said, men would be nothing without women.  And some of us are smart enough to let the ladies know this.

From Flab to Fab

If there's one thing men know, it's that some women are out of our league.  We're just not that good looking for some of you.  Sure, women may say that don't care about looks.  Of course, women also have giant, massive orgasms when all you did was just touch their little button once.  We know how honest women can be.
The truth is, if you're 50-60lbs overweight, there are just a lot of women you have no chance with.  If you're 20-30lbs overweight, there are still going to be women you can't get.  Men don't want to believe that's true (especially the fat ones), but it is.  Sure, intelligence and a great sense of humor is a plus, but if you're packing on the pounds, you ain't getting your foot in the door with a lot of women.
But let's suppose for a second that somehow a heavier guy does end up with someone usually out of his league.  Maybe not a fat guy, but one who looks out of shape.  And one who is definitely not as sexually appealing as the woman he's currently with.  What happens then?
Two things can happen: a) the guy doesn't change and decides if she accepted me at this weight, then I'll stay at this weight; b) people start whispering, "Why is she with him," guys gets paranoid and either loses the weight or the relationship ends.  For a perfect example of option b look at the relationship between Britney Spears and Jason Trawick.
These two have known each other for a long time, but when they started getting serious, Jason wasn't exactly the sexiest man in the world.  He had a little belly on him.  Britney, of course, basically redefined sexy for a whole generation.  She was to the 2000s what Marilyn Monroes and the Betty Paiges were to the 50s and 60s.  It stands to reason, then, that the coupling of Britney and Jason would draw some curious glances.
In a normal situation (i.e. one not under the public spotlight) Jason would have had the two options described above.  Unfortunately, he only had one choice.  For the record, I am in no way suggesting Britney only dates guys based on their looks.  Just look at the men she's been with for proof.  However, there's no doubt that the rumors and whispering (and that's just from her own fans) would have caused tension.  A man can only hear about how much hotter his girlfriend is than him before he snaps.
Clearly, Jason valued the relationship and Britney enough to sex it up, so to speak.  He may not be everyone's cup of tea, as it were, but to the naked eye, they look more like a traditional couple.
See, in today's society the whole May-December romance isn't as taboo as it used to be (not that Britney and Jason are necessarily May-December, as there's only a 10 year age difference).  It's more acceptable to see a younger man with an older woman or vice-versa than it is to see "sexy" man with an "ugly" woman or vice-versa.  We (humans) still haven't learned to accept that there are MANY reasons to love someone (and looks can be at the bottom of that list).
Therefore, the 10 year age difference wouldn't have bothered people more than their difference in appearance (her being super hot and him being average).
So, congrats to Jason for getting ripped.  Unfortunately, it was probably done more for vanity (so fans, media, society would accept him as Britney's boyfriend) than for health or well-being.
Society is a cruel mistress.  She takes and takes and hardly ever gives back.

Lindsay Lohan's Sobriety is Bad for Business

Over the last several years, the tabloid magazines and websites have built up a select few people as worth caring about.  Sure, they mention most anyone they can get a snapshot of, but they've only highlighted a few "chosen" people.  Those people's bad, odd and disturbing behavior has produced major hits and sales for these tabloid drug dealers.  Unfortunately, some of the "chosen" few have cleaned up their act.  One of those people is Lindsay Lohan.
The actress/singer spent time in both jail and rehab.  She's now back and seemingly better than ever.  I'm not going to claim she's fixed/cured/healthier/sane, but so far so good.  And that's bad for tabloid business.
No one wants to read a story about Lindsay driving her own car around town.  They want to read about her stealing some other person's car and chasing other people in a cocaine induced rage.  But she can't do that any more.  Lindsay has to stay on the straight and narrow.
The once in-demand actress' new sober image hasn't stopped the so-called entertainment journalists/bloggers from either a) making it seem as though Lindsay isn't clean or b) inferring that she won't be able to stay clean.  They claim to have spoken to friends and insiders (who, of course, are anonymous) that say Lindsay will go right back to her old ways or that old users and enablers will weasel their way back into her life (not THESE friends, mind you, but the other, bad ones who don't talk to the media).
See, these journalistic drug dealers NEED Lindsay to fuck up.  They built her up as one major screwball, and if she doesn't screw up they have nothing.  It could get so bad they may start paying paparazzi to throw cocaine at Lindsay (or sugar or any white powdery substance).
Somehow, through all this, Lindsay has managed to keep one thing intact: her looks.  Her sanity may come and go (God knows her freedom has), but other than the period where she lost a bunch of weight, she's kept her beautiful shape, beautiful face and beautiful head of hair (so long as its not blond).  But it may not last.
We can only image the rumors that will be spread, the lies that will be told, anything to cause Lindsay to go off the deep end.  These purveyors of smut and filth need it.  They live off it.  Lindsay's sobriety is bad for their business.  No one is going to read about a happy, well-to-do starlet.  Happy doesn't sell magazines or generate web hits.  Getting caught snorting cocaine, now that'll get people's attention.
For Lindsay's sake, I hope that never happens.
Her sobriety may be bad for their business, but it's sure good for her own well-being.

I Love Britney Spears

Yes, I said it.  The title gives it all away.  I'm in love with a woman who may or may not be psychotic.
Britney is a blend of high society LA flair and southern redneck charm.  Seriously, how many people can you say that about?  Here's a girl who can be at home at a swanky A-list celebrity event in an expensive dress and designer shoes or smoking a cigarette in her backyard wearing cutoff shorts and a bikini top.  She's got a little of everything in her.
Britney is a woman who's had an interesting list of people come in and out of her life.  In between dating Justin Timberlake and her current beau, Jason Trawick, she's found time to kiss Madonna, marry and have two kids, marry and get an annulment, date a paparazzi, go to rehab, shave her head, make music, tour, lose custody of her kids, try to kill someone with an umbrella, donate to charity, shoot a documentary, lose part of her freedom,  etc., etc., etc.
Let me tell you that is a lot of stuff to pack into a life, and Britney's only 28.  Imagine the kind of stuff she can get into over the next 20 years.  She'll make Madonna look like a nun.
She has, at times, been a complete train wreck.  A disaster of epic proportions.  I say that not to be mean, but because it's true.
Other times, she's been an inspiration.  Someone to look up to and admire.  Britney gives you a lot to love, while also giving you a lot to hate.  With most celebrities, it's one or the other.  Not with Britney.
She has produced the craziest, most rabid, psychotic fan base of anyone.  There may well be more sites and forums dedicated to Britney than anyone ever in the history of the Internet.  Only porn might outnumber her (even then, some pictures of Britney are a bit pornographic).
I love her, even though some people would say she's an idiot, white trash, a skank, ugly, fat, untalented, etc.  But that's OK.  If that means she's flawed, so be it.  If you're only dating flawless people, then you ain't dating.  In fact, you'll be waiting a long time to date.  We're all flawed.  I think God created us that way on purpose.  It gives us a common denominator.
I don't know how to end this blog properly, so I'll just list a bunch of things I love about Britney:
• Her smile
• Her lips
• Her determination
• Her ass (duh!)
• Her legs (double duh!)
• Her terrible fashion sense
• Her tremendous fashion sense
• Her hideous weave
• Her ability to make people stop dead in their tracks
• Her insanity
• Her sanity
• Everything, etc., etc.
Truthfully, there's really nothing to dislike about Britney.  But people do dislike her.  And that makes me like her even more.