I miss my former work buddy Melissa in part because she so often would say what I was thinking.
Oops, she did it again, going against the grain on the Britney Spears performance at the Video Music Awards.
No, she wasn’t enraptured by the performance (video here). Whether it was a case of skipping rehearsal or “freezing” on live TV, it was quite clearly another step in her ongoing self-destruction. That, like a lot of things involving celebrities, would be funny if kids weren’t involved.
Melissa’s point, and I wholeheartedly agree: Call her indifferent, lazy, self-destructive, judgment-impaired, whatever. But “fat”?
No. Britney Spears has no visible six-pack, and you can’t play xylophone on her ribs. That’s not “fat.”
I just came back from a class reunion in which people told me I looked great. If I had been dancing in Britney’s outfit, the headlines would’ve read: “Is MMM pregnant?” (The top, like Mr. Costanza’s “manssiere” in Seinfeld, would’ve provided useful support.)
So as far as Britney goes — wouldn’t we have had more reason to worry if the mother-of-two had shown up looking like Calista Flockhart?