Heh. So the last blog was a bit hard to follow, eh? I'll try and slow down the pace a bit shall I? Now. Any thoughts on Britney Spears? Can I actually spell Britney Spears? Does it have an 'e' after the 'r'? Hmm... lets google that...No it does not.

 

Maybe that's the reason she has so little class about her. Obviously 'Speares' is much more conducive of underwear wearage than 'Spears'. Why not just go with Spearz? I mean, it's a wonder she can even spell her own name herself. Ms. Spears, it would seem is not content with being the epitome of trailer trash, getting tatoo-ed, clubbing, getting smashed and getting married just as easily (all the while being so obviously a fan of the underwear optional manifesto), oh no, it seems she is dedicated to singlehandedly (heh, well not quite for obvious reasons) creating the populace of her own little trailer trash tribe. It would seem dear old Brits is pregnant again. Welcome back to the made for Jerry Springer (heh, I thought Jerry Seinfeld then, and the Springfield- what kind of Freudian slip is that?) telemovie that is the Britney Spears show. Starting at an early age, she sleazed up our TV screens, later being dumped by the much saner looking Justin Timberlake. She had the requisite quickie wedding in Vegas, like all classy girls, quickly anulled. Now, however many years later, the tabloids show us a picture of personal chaos. She's showed her style once again by chosing an eligible bachelor like the enviable Kevin Federline. And now the head shaving, alcohol swigging, drug laced lollypop eating irresponsible parent has lost both of her kids to a gold digging, pregnant girlfriend leaving wannabe rapper, who compared to her supposedly looks like a better parent. Now depending on who you believe, is adopting, or is ready to pop out another trailer trashette any day now. Don't you love celebrity role models? 

Poor Britney Spears. At an early age she was forced into showbiz from an early age by an overbearing manager, told to sing songs with an image she barely understood the meanings behind, and micromanaged into oblivion. Her celebrity star took off, but her personality development was left to fester in the pool of low self esteem that the raunchy lyrics and dance moves created. Years down the track she was finally free from her management, but with no solid notion of self to work from, no normal grounding, she was sadly open to the devious people that will use whatever they can for their own personal gain. So she had a quickie wedding. That's not a crime. How many people have done that? There must be a great many, or places like that would not be able to make a wedding simply off of shotgun weddings, day in day out. She was a girl out having fun. It's no crime. Her every move is scrutinised by the paparazzi. Get a new tattoo; it's analyzed and labelled yet another sign of her lack of style. She gets hair extensions, and the photographs are examined for any possible flaw- ooh there's an obvious join there- it must mean she's gone el cheapo! *collective gasp of tabloids everywhere* 'TRAILER TRASH' is the cry. Money/fame/whatever-he-can-get hungry, pregant girlfriend leaving, Sleazebag Kevin Federline, took advantage of a fragile person and did what he does best. Two sons later poor Brit was left holding the babies, until classy Kev realised that he could get more dough if the kids were in his custody and pounced on his freshly discovered newest meal ticket. Now, standing alone, with a tired, clapped out career and sans her kids, her life in tatters; in emotional turmoil, who can blame Britney for just wanting something to go right now. A fresh start. Perhaps you and I know that the best option may not be to have another child at this stage, but really, who are we to judge? She has her own life to sort out, and which of us is perfect? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Give Brit a chance.

That question is: WHAT IS POSTMODERN?

We could go with the boring answer 'the world as in the era post industrial revolution' (something like that, anyway). Or, I could give you the best answer you'll find anywhere:

I AM SO POSTMODERN!

(if you don't click any of the other links, at least click that one!)