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07/18/2007: "For God's Sake, Girl - At Least Try To Be Normal!"
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I can't speak for everyone, of course, but I think most people who see a celebrity trip and fall under the pressure of stardom (whatever that is), genuinely wants to see them get back on their feet. Now, admittedly, some of us just want to see them get up so we can watch them fall again (what I call the "Kathy Griffin Factor" ... 
), but for the most part people want them to do well. After all, while it's not always for worthy reasons, most celebrities are idolized in our culture. We look to them for fashion tips and new trends and other really important things, so we need to see that if we follow their example, we won't end in rehab.
No fall from grace has been more disturbing than one-time pop princess Britney Spears. From the marriages to the divorces to the shaved head to the rehab stint, we've watched her with the same anticipation as a pending train wreck. You'd like to think that, having hit some kind of bottom and spent her time alone in the Promises rehab center, she'd be living some kind of normal life.
As if. Here we see Miss Spears over the weekend. Good lord, the list is nearly too long to cover. The hideous pink wig that covers her own hair's attempt to regrow (BTW - it's been something like 5 months since she shaved her head ... wouldn't you think she'd have enough natural hair to ditch the wigs and at least have some kind of a Hamill bob - unless she's still shaving her head ... just a thought). The Starbucks fat bomb and cigarettes deftly held in one hand. The new $3,000 Yorkie puppy in the other (for which she's getting hammered by the SPCA - start the death watch now). The brassiere that's apparently still sitting on the dresser.
As Susan Powter would say, "Stop the madness!". And if you've seen Powter lately, you'll know just how scary it is that she's seen as more normal than Spears ... 
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UPDATE: Good news! Apparently, Britney is a MB reader, and in fact saw the post above. Unfortunately, by the time it filtered through the burlap sack she calls a brain, our message of concern had translated into "I think I'll strip down to my bra and panties and go swimming in front of all tha paparazzi. I guess we should be grateful she was at least wearing panties ...
We should give her credit though, for remaining true to her roots (no, not those ones). After all, nothing says "hillbilly deluxe" quite like scratching your ass in public ...
Oh, Brit-Brit - where would we be without you! 
