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By Brooks A. Mick, M.D.
Dec. 1, 2006 There was a time long, long ago, perhaps in 1995, when Britney Spears was a role model, sweet looking, pleasant adolescent voice, pretty enough but not so drop-dead gorgeous as to be intimidating. Somebody the young girls could look up to. Now, since she stopped wearing panties, little boys are now looking up to her too--up her skirt. Is this the influence of Paris Hilton, also famous or notorious for the fabric-free look under her skirts? I suspect that Paris just brought the real Britney to the surface. Bared her soul, as it were. I could envision a society, perhaps in Tahiti in 1870, when such dress would be appropriate, or perhaps in the deepest jungles of Africa when Albert Schweitzer was ministering to the natives, but baring one's fanny (both the American and British slang versions) in public is simply not appropriate in downtown Manhattan or Chicago or even Miami. When in the middle of a divorce and in a custody battle over children, and when your husband, jerk that he is, has a photographer following you around snapping each pantyless automobile exit, each drink of vodka, each joint, each snort of cocaine, etc., it would seem the very definition of stupidity to be committing these acts so blatantly. This could cost Britney her children, though what judge would consider K-Fed a better parenting prospect than Britney, and at the least could cost quite a few million bucks, which she will probably need as she seems determined to squander the millions she already has earned and determined to destroy her career and any future earnings she might have. Part of her popularity was a decent figure, but she's put on a few pounds of popcorn since then, and is looking a bit plump, even displaying a hint of the cellulite thigh in the glare of the flash photo, which might hamper the squirming and wiggling in hipslung jeans she used to do so well on stage. Perhaps she could hire a personal trainer--better yet, an impersonal trainer, since we don't want any more gossip regarding the custody hearing. Switching gears and ears and genres, I saw a special on Country Music Television which was very uplifting last night. The babe from Sugarland was performing duets with Bon Jovi, which sounds bizarre but worked out well. First, she's a fantastic stage presence, having cornered the market on charisma and cuteness and making the mouth as the French say, smiling and pouting at the same time. And she can SING! During her parts, the camera would occasionally catch Bon Jovi staring at her with a bemused and admiring and almost disbelieving look on his face, shaking his head in wonderment. And the songs were well written, meaningful, not much country cornpone, and the backup musicians were fantastic. The lead guitarist and mandolin player were in the zone together, both of those guys bouncing riffs off each other and beaming at the other when a particularly brilliant sequence essayed from their flying fingers. If you have ever played an instrument, even badly, and joined in with a few others and it happened to work out all right, you know the feeling. Something like waking up in the morning between a naked Suzanne Pleshette and Goldie Hawn, and all three of you have big smiles. Anyway, I plan to write Britney and get the name of her razor. I could use such a close, clean shave in the morning. ------------ About the author Brooks A. Mick: Physician, still practicing medicine but retired from the US Army. Write just for the fun of it, but working on novel in the vein of Tom Clancy's politico-military genre. Email: brooks15@cox.net Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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