When the news broke last week of her meltdown, it was all over the net in minutes.
The deliciously bitchy Perez Hilton was posting blow-by-blow details of all that was happening.
(As an aside, it’s worth mentioning again that his site — with all the best, latest and juiciest celebrity gossip _ is one of the sites on my “must visit daily” list, along with the lovely ladies at Go Fug Yourself. Do yourself a favour and bookmark both sites now.)
Anyway, back to Britney. Blogger extra-ordinaire Perez Hilton was the place to be as the whole drama was unfolding, with Britney locking herself in the bathroom with one of her offspring, then being strapped to a gurney and carted off to hospital for an “assessment”.
For the most part, young Mr Hilton has always been quite forgiving of the poor girl’s shortcomings (well, apart from nicknaming her Unfitney), and I have to agree with him. In the scheme of things, she’s had more reason to actually fall apart than all the other young celebs who have gone down that track: married young to someone who until recently showed no sign of being a grown up, two babies in quick succession, no support from what would appear to be a dysfunctional family and the paparazzi in her face every time she moves. She has been torn apart by the gossip magazines for every move she’s made, from being too fat to her shopping habits.
My taste in music leans more towards Rammstein than Britney but you know what? I hope she gets herself together and makes a comeback, just to give all those critics something to think about.