Hell has frozen over...
...or it's about to, because I am about to make a statement that is rather uncharacteristic of me. Especially if you've been reading this blog over the years and know my disposition towards celebrities. Here goes... I sympathize with Britney Spears. I truly do. To be in enough distress to take clippers to your head and go the Sinead O'Connor route means you're serious. Yes, I know that even I am guilty of ripping on Britney. But humor me for a moment and try to take a walk in her shoes. For over ten years, she's been packaged and managed within an inch of her life. She's had a whole army of parents and agents and managers and label reps and trainers and stylists and PR people telling her where to go, what to do, and who to be. Practically every waking moment has been tracked by the paparazzi, and everything gets printed in the tabloids the next day. She couldn't hang out at the mall with her friends. She couldn't go to football games on Friday nights. Sh