Someone has gained some small inkling of self-awareness, and that someone is someone we never expected it from.
http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSTRE4991TV20081010">Britney Spears asks "What the hell was I thinking?"NEW YORK (Reuters) - Pop star Britney Spears plans to set the record straight about her personal and professional woes in a documentary to be aired shortly before the release of her new album "Circus" in December.
In the 90-minute film, "Britney: For the Record," Spears talks about her high-profile meltdown, which included stints in rehab and psychiatric hospital units, an ugly divorce, losing custody of her two sons and shaving her head.
"I sit there and I'll look back and I'm like: I'm a smart person. What the hell was I thinking?" the 26-year-old singer says in the documentary shot by filmmaker Phil Griffin over three-months.
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"So much has gone on over the last couple of years and there's a lot that people don't know about me that I want them to know," Spears said in a statement.
Frivolous?
Moi?Has anyone noticed the complete absence of news about Brit, Lindsay, Paris, or any of the other Bad Girls who used to obsess us -- and have caused many of us to curse the "dumbing-down of America" -- ?
I heard a ten-second squib that Heather Locklear was recently busted for DUI. It was like being transported to another world. A safer, more comfortable world. (Even though she's also an enthusiastic Republican. For a few more months, anyway.)
And I was shopping in my local big-box Chinese plastic trinket store, and saw some signage for Miley "Hannah Montana" Cyrus. It was like opening the door on arrival to Oz. Same reason.
The point I'm trying to make is simply this: the paparazzo news has dried up in response to the economic crash, and it's damned eerie. I was surprised I even ran into The News Of Britney at Reuters. Heads will roll, I'm sure.
I can recall the first time I encountered this kind of eerie sensation, this schizoid
weltschmertz. It was the day President Kennedy was killed. I was five years old. None of the other kids were out playing. The entire world was quiet. Something Was Different.
Bad Different.
9/11 was another such eerie day. I remember feeling as if I had been poisoned.
This present episode, of course, is not a single-day shock to the system. It is being played out in the slow and painful manner of a surgeon's knife -- or a killer's -- opening an incision. The problem is, I do not even trust the surgeons. And I have only recently come to realize that in the past two weeks, my perceptions of the world have subtly changed.
That world is darker. Scarier. Less certain. Our era is drawing to a close. This is it; the next
Novus Ordo Saeclorum is waiting impatiently, and I don't know what it will bring. Like Winston Smith, we are in the Ministry of Love waiting for what -- whatever -- will happen. The O'Briens we see on TV each speak a different version of the news, and failure to divine which is the correct one will not betide us well.
I can imagine this must be all the worse for my mother, who is 72 and so grew up during the Depression. She has also lost $20k of her meager savings (and she is not a spendthrift by any stretch); a fallback to a Dow of 4000 would just about wipe her out. Her parents had built a business, became moderately wealthy, and lost it all even before she was born. Anyone reading this who was born between, say, 1918 and 1938, please check in. For reference, I was born in 1958. I have, in fact, known real economic panic because I have recurring medical problems. But it was always a personal crash -- and there was always someone who could help me out. The world itself has never been S.O.L.
Now, it is.
So ... how's your head?
--p!
P.S. to Britney Spears --
Please be nice to those "little people". Once, you needed them; soon, they will need you.
My best to the family, especially the boys. --p