Heater, Mother of Lance

Since she first did a back-hand-spring into my heart

My next piece about Britney Spears is up at Alpha Mom:

“It was once Britney got pregnant, though, that I really had a hard time believing what I was seeing: the many, many times she was photographed barefoot in public or looking like she hadn’t showered since last century. Why would someone as rich as she is, with as much fame and attention, walk out of the house looking like that when she knows a picture of her bra-less nipples are going to show up the next week in magazines across the country? It was less a disapproving reaction than a confused one, and I was fascinated with the anthropological implications of this superstar showing up in photographs screaming: PLEASE JUDGE ME HARSHLY.”

I’m going to open up comments here because I think there could be an interesting discussion about this. And also because I’m crazy.

252 Comments
  • Heather

    2006/06/29 at 5:53 pm

    I love it! I love your perspective on Britney’s so-called shortcomings. I have often said that Britney is so harshly judged as a mom, and how horrible that must be. I was a mess with my first one, always doubtful, always waiting for my husband to come home so the baby could sleep on him, or be bounced around by him, or just so the baby could go to him, so I wasn’t holding the baby. I really liked your post at Alpha Mom. Thank you!

  • wrensuicide

    2006/06/29 at 5:50 pm

    I’ve never been a fan, but I feel sorry for her. I am only one day older than Britney, but I feel justified in saying: she is really young. It’s hard to have kids and be married, but it’s harder when you’re young and the decision-making centers of your brain aren’t fully developed yet. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Her husband seems like the world’s biggest douchebag (and I make it a point not to judge celebrities, because I don’t know them) so I hope she divorces him. I think if her kid turns out to be screwed up it will be because of the paparazzi, not his mother.

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Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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