You know, I love a good success story, particularly those of the fallen idol risen again. But...damn...it's just not the same having Britney Spears back in action, all clean and proper, not showing her nature (and nature parts...that is, wearing underwear) and hiding her roots.
Gosh, I pine for the old days of bedlam. A star's self-degradation is a thing of beauty. After all, it comes around once every 5 seconds or so. What was it Yeats said? Oh. That's right: "What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"
I guess we're left with nothing except to tune in for the next movie of the week. Speaking of which: Hey, Lindsay? When's your next escapade? I'm getting bored over here watching a comeback.
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