Sunday, 28 December 2008

• Britney Spears documentary = :*(

  Is it just me, or was it very, very sad? Like 'wake up, champ' degree of sad?

  I mean, that part towards the end where her backup dancer/choreographer of 6 years starts tearing up because she's finally dancing again (Britney style, no 06 vma awards here)-- very heartbreaking. It's like that scene in Friday Night Lights where Jason Street is yelling to his best friend from his wheelchair that he's going to walk again, just watch him, and when he does he's going to kick your ass! Only Britney is actually able to dance again. Jason, I think, ended up in New Jersey.

  

  Poor Britney. I always prefered her to Christina. Britney is like the loyal neighbor's boy in flannel and low-slung jeans-- safe and bubblegummy, with a penchant for walking bare-foot into public bathrooms. Britney is a Dean. Nevermind that they got a little skanky around 2004, her on her post-Timberlake man spree and him cheating on his pretty wife.

   

  Both acts are forgivable, I think, in their equal grossness (because Colin Farrell is kind of a man whore...)

  Dear Christina, on the other hand, is a bit like the kid who stands in front of the Gatorade machine unable to decide between Fruit Punch or Lemon Lime. She is a Jess, who can't ever make up his mind on whether to have straight hair or curly, and ends up as the weirdo who wears a thick leather jacket in 90 degree weather just to be badass. Every girl goes through little phases, but hers are like 'holy mother of pearl!' degreed phases. She had a the genieinabottle phase, the assless chaps phase, the ghetto + spray tan phase, the marilyn monroe phase, and now the lady gaga phase. Does anyone still remember her hispanic phase?

  candy pop phase->'i speak spanish' phase->kindofskanky phase-> soul sista phase-> 50's pin up phase

        

  Now, the pop art phase. I really don't know much about pop-art outside the obvious (does anyone?) My guess on it is that you pick out all the bright colors you can and try to imagine yourself the way Andy Warhol would paint you on a Campbell's soup can.

  

   

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