Letter To Britney February 8, 2008Posted by astralwicks in Blogging, britney spears, Culture, Entertainment, india, Media, music, Paparazzi, Personal, Random, Thoughts, Writing.
Tags: appeal to britney, Bizarre, britney spears, Depression, Mass Media, open letter to britney spears, stalkers
Hi Britney, you don’t know me.
How can you?
I never liked you or your songs.
I was never your fan and will never become one.
You sold millions, but didn’t touch me in any way.
For me you were a product.
Manufactured and manicured.
Everything from vocals to dress to every step you took.
I was convinced that you were fake.
That’s my personal opinion.
You came out with a best of. I didn’t care.
You were sexy. I didn’t care.
And then you went away. I didn’t care.
Then you planned your return. I didn’t care.
I didn’t listen to your kind of music. How could I care?
You started doing bizarre things.
I thought it was stage-managed.
PR driven to build hype.
To make you omni-present on air-waves so that that A& R will be happy.
You became more bizarre and yet I was indifferent.
Still I blamed on PR. That you were in your senses but band record sales must be prodding you.
All along there were people who cared for you. Constantly. 24 x 7 there were people watching you.
Taking your snaps, writing your obituaries. How old are you for an obituary. Do you even know about Heath?
But now I care. Not for your music. I never will. But relax, chill, find a dog or a cat.
You have become an industry, millions being made on your misery. You are a reality show that is beyond anybody’s control, except yours.
There is still time.