I love celebrities and I love celebrity snark. But that said, I feel sorry for Britney. Clearly something is Not Right in her head right now. The head you can see so much more of now, since she checked into rehab, checked out 24 hours later, and then showed up in front of a hairdresser, demanding to have her head shaved. When the hairdresser refused, Britney grabbed the razor and did it herself. Then she went to a tattoo parlor where she screamed and carried on and got a tattoo of red lips inked onto her wrist.
It would be laughable if you didn’t factor in all the bad child decisions she’s made (hello, driving with a baby on her lap), the weird Kevin Federline relationship, the pending divorce, the drinking, the coochie-flashing, and the downward spiral. But when I do consider all those things plus the events of the past couple of days, I don’t know whether to worry that Britney’s going to be found in a hotel room with an empty bottle of sleeping pills and a mickey of vodka or whether to worry she’s going to be seen sitting on a highway overpass, picking off drivers with a shotgun.
If ever there was a celebrity who should have been steered into a different career path, well, this is it. Even Paris Hilton is starting to seem sane now, sex videos and all.
(And if I may just be snarky for one second about this, at least Sinead O’Conner had a nice head and still looked good without hair; the same can not be said about everyone, I’m afraid.)