What to make of Britney’s margarita-fuelled MTV awards meltdown. And yes, bad dancing (I’ve seen zombies with better rhythm), greasy hair extensions and a general demeanor of spaciness qualify as a meltdown. Given her VMA glory days (dancing with pythons and making out with Madonna) it’s as though Brit has entered her Fat Elvis phase. But I can’t help but wonder why somebody didn’t see this trainwreck coming and pull the emergency brake before it went off the rails?
Granted, Brit has never been the sharpest knife in the drawer. She owes her career to some very shrewd packaging and one well-placed knot in a school girl uniform. And her lip-synching – as evidenced on the VMAs – has now reach Ashlee Simpson levels in terms of embarrassment. This was her huge post K-Fed comeback? In terms of celebrity scandal this is barley a blip. She didn’t go on a drunken racist tirade – she was lip-synching, remember, so who knows if her mic had been live – but Gimme More? Pu-leeze!
