I'm not defending Britney. At all.
For a minute, I thought everyone was overreacting about the
Shave Heard Round the World. I thought
Britney was just embracing her inner Sinead.
Even though Sinead kind of owns the bald and Britney can't even own her
meltdown.
But when I read that a fight with her mom could have been
the genesis of Friday's shave, it kind of all made sense.
No one will ever love me the way Sally does: it's fierce and
irrational and forgiving and all-consuming.
I've also never fought with anyone the way I've fought with Sally: it's
fierce and irrational and forgiving and all-consuming.
I mean, I'd never shave my head to piss off Sally but I
could see myself -- if pushed to the brink -- doing something equally
expressive just to irritate her in the short term.
Granted, when you do things like that, you are ultimately
the one who pays the price, who ends up with the bald head (or the blue hair!),
and the never ending stream of slide shows and questions and speculation
further illustrating your emotional demise. But in the moments immediately
following, I have to say, it feels pretty satisfying to push buttons only you know about to irritate the
woman who bore you in a way that's as specific and unique and distinct as your
genetic coding.
