I used to have a Britney Spears barbie complete with a school girl outfit and those little pom pom things she wore in her hair. Again disappointing my grandfather by not purchasing a black doll. Once it got a little marker smudge on its chin I lost interest and moved onto another Barbie. Little did I know that this experience would later come to be a telling metaphor for her life…
Britney Spears was likely my favourite singer when I was younger. I constantly played her CDs on my boombox and danced along in front of the mirror in my bedroom—-Disturbingly one of these songs was “I’m a Slave 4 U”. Years later I was fine with throwing out random others albums, but I held onto her CDs… also my Fefe Dobson and Ace of Bace CDs, but that’s besides the point.
So while going through one of my 90s/early 00s music binges I was still able to enjoy the Britney hits of old. While the newer tracks don’t really appeal to me nearly as much as the old ones, crazy or sane, drunk or sober, Britney’s still got a solid fan base in a few 90s kids. Even if they don’t listen to her music now.
Sh*t, remember “My Perogative”? I used to think that was her original song. I think I made my mom feel old with that one… Then I probably crushed her spirit by declaring it was better than the original… I stand by this claim.