Princess of Pop
What is all this fuss about Britany Spears? I have just sort
of ignored her, figuring what’s one more pop star. We lived through Farah
Fawcett-Majors, didn’t we? What could be worse that that? Finally this week
curiosity got the better of me. I decided to get on the Internet and check it
out. It seems that Ms. Spears is a teenage pop singer. Well, even I knew that!
She is also one of the youngest to ever achieve her level of musical success,
which has created somewhat of a sensation in the music world.
She is pretty enough, a stringy headed blond. But her main
attraction, aside from her musical talent, seems to be her controversial belly
button and breasts. Her belly is displayed on most of her promotional pictures
where she favors low rise pants and crop tops. But that is where the
conversation usually ends. After all, there is nothing much that can be done to a belly
button, except add a belly ring –- which she has done, in case you are curious.
Whether or not she has breast implants seems to be a major
topic for discussion and speculation on the net. Indeed, Ms. Spears is well
endowed and seems unusually fond of displaying her attributes prominently.
Typical adolescent discovering the power of sexuality, you say. But in her case
the entire world, at least the world under age 18, seems to be watching. I
won’t get into the "did she or didn’t she" debate here because –
frankly, who cares?
There are numerous websites created by fans, teenagers who
discuss Britany with intelligent and articulate statements, such as
"she’s so cool," or conversely, "she’s a bimbo," or "she
sucks." No supportive evidence is ever offered as both sides apparently
feel their particular point of view is self-evident. After nauseating excursions
of poorly designed, slow loading websites, and low quality video clips, I had
about all I could digest.
I decided to check out her browser-crashing official website
to see if I could discover any relevant information. I forgot one thing – she
is a teenager. How much of a biography can a teenager have, after all? Her bio
starts with her career as a super gymnastic athlete, a career abruptly ended
when she lost interest at the ripe old age of 9, just prior to reaching for
Olympic stardom – great loss, I’m sure.
She then focused on her singing and dancing talent, traveling
around to compete in contests. She tried out for a Mickey Mouse Club job, but
was turned down because she was "too young." But someone at Disney
slipped a bug in her mama’s ear to take her to New York and get an agent,
which her mama immediately did. Does the word "stage mother" enter
your mind, or is it just me? Anyhow, after being polished and hardened for a few
years, she was ready for the big time and got a job as a Disney Mouse for two
years until the show folded. After a whole year of (Can you believe this?)
"ordinary life," she struck it big with a record album and the rest is
– as they say – history.
She wants to be the next Madonna – if that tells you
anything. Apparently the kid’s break came when she landed a spot as the
opening act for a group call ‘N Synch. They are another of those rock pop
groups worshiped by teens that spend their allowances and lunch money for CD’s. When asked for the first names of the group members, however, Britany
could not remember them all. Does the term "dumb blond" come to mind,
or is it just me again?
She is, of course, exploited and marketed to the hilt. All
sorts of products, posters, T-shirts, dolls, records, anything a teenager might
want to buy to show their love for Britany. The amazing thing is that teen girls love
her pretty face and music while teenage boys think she will marry them some
day… all of them, I guess.
So that’s pretty much the scoop on Britany Spears. With
every album that comes out, she seems to try to sound more sexy and grown up to
titillate teen hormones into spending even more money so she and mama can get
even richer. She and mama also wrote a book. If it’s a life story, it must be
a very short book. That will be perfect for teens since most have very short
attention spans anyhow.
If she were my kid, I’d tell her to wash her face, put some
clothes on, and go to college to grow up and wise up. But maybe that’s why my
kids were never pop stars. I guess when your face is on magazines, your records
are at the top of the charts, and you are rolling in the dough, you can do
whatever you want and stick out your tongue at criticism. That’s a benefit of
wealth and popularity and the privilege of a princess of pop.