a99kitten's Musings

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So I was essentially called mean yesterday. That’s OK. I don’t care. Especially considering what I was called mean over. Someone on Facebook posted a link to the recent Britney Spears appearance on the Kimmel show. And commented that her dancing was lacking. But I guess trying to say it in a “nicer” way, but then not really. People commented back and forth on her Spanx or whatever. So I watched the clip since I have a lot of free time currently (grrr).

Now, I like Britney. Or wait…I like the old Britney. The one had catchy little pop songs and cute videos and she danced all over the place and seemed very sweet. When both she and Christina Aquilera broke out of Disney and into the pop world, I immediately liked Britney better, CA had the much better voice – no argument – but she just reeked dirty whore. And played up to that. Britney’s sex appeal was more the little girl cutesy thing without being whorebag in your face. Not a fan of whorebag in your face.

But ever since Britney lost her mind she has been a lost cause in my opinion. Personally, as a Starbucks shareholder, I don’t want to see pictures of her holding a venti frappucino, because I don’t want people associating them with her out of shapeness. I’ve seen so many paparazzi shots of her holding those plus the giant Red Bull cans (NOT sugar free) and I’m like do you not have anyone in your life with an ounce of diet sense?

I don’t even like her music anymore. She went the way of more electronic than her real voice. Music stars need to stop that. The auto-tuning thing indicates to me that you can’t actually sing and need the studio help. A novelty for a dance song or 2 is fine but not your entire album or career.

But the whole point of a pop star (IMO) is not necessarily your perfect voice. It’s that you put on a show. You entertain. Singing, dancing, costumes, ENERGY etc. This is why people go to see your shows, watch your videos, buy all your crap. So when you see them flailing around on stage like “a sad, fatter, out of shape version of her former self. No excuse since she can hire personal trainers, chefs, choreographers and stylists.” (this is what I said to be considered mean) well…I mean it.

I diet. I don’t eat when I want. I exercise every damn day. And I don’t get paid to look good or be in shape. It’s what I do for me. So if your job is entertain people, and you are not some lounge singer who can do it sitting at the piano with your voice only, you better get with the program and be entertaining. We’ve all seen Britney dance in her old videos and on MTV. We know she can. She’s just horrifically out of shape now. Or doesn’t practice enough. Or likely both. But that’s lame – that would be like me saying I don’t feel like researching the better health insurance or making sure people get paid because I don’t feel like it. It’s my job – so I better do it! And now that I broke my ankle and CAN’T exercise – I’m watching what I eat VERY carefully. If I can do it, then some chick with millions of dollars and people who do everything for her sure can. Yes, she had 2 kids. I get it. But she was young so her body could bounce back with work. She just didn’t want to do the work.

The funny thing is had she been kicking ass dancing and highly energetic, I don’t think I would have said she was fat or out of shape. Boys still would. But boys are superficial jerks. But the fact that she looked like she needed to sit down and take a cigarette (or sandwich) break during her routine, that’s what made me go “ewww.” Also – Britney – SMILE! Sheesh. And her back-up dancers were all so with it and bopping around highly energetic – that highlighted her deficiencies even more.

Now, I’m sure she is medicated up the wazoo on psych drugs. And these will make her puffy and fat, and listless and tired. So that sucks. And I cannot imagine she will ever be let off of those after the crap she has pulled. Her parents don’t want the golden goose offing herself. But if she is going to go on TV, or on tour, she should do something.

And if that makes me mean – whatever.

Here is the routine. Tell me she does not look like she is about to pass out in her Jazzercise class…