Spring Break
Column: Hot off the press
It's Britney, bitch
Brenna McCabe
Issue date: 12/4/08 Section: Editorial/Opinion
12/04/08 - Normally, Cigar editorial space is reserved for serious matters like education, homelessness and biting comments about the U.S. government. As editor-in-chief, I feel obligated to comment on these topics of utmost importance on various occasions.
But let me just say, that while I've obviously been keeping tabs on everything from the New York Times' foreign affairs reports to the Providence Journal's local color (Cranston High Schools East and West came together under one roof to produce High School Musical? What is this world coming to?) what I'm about to admit to a rather large audience is something both shameful and incontrovertible: I can't stop thinking about Britney Spears and her comeback.
Oops, sorry, Britney. I forgot you don't like the word "comeback"-obviously you never went away…right.
Honestly, MTV couldn't have picked a worse time to air "Britney: For the Record," the real-life documentary of Britney Spears' comeba-I mean, life-leading up to her new album, Circus.
Here I am, trying to study for my upcoming final exams (see today's editorial for good studying tips, one of them being to ignore distractions like this one) and I'm receiving promises from Ms. Spears herself that she's going to spill her guts about it all-Justin, Kevin, stupid decisions, the Britney babies-everything.
After the final episode of "Total Request Live," there was a half-hour special promoting her documentary, with clips from behind the scenes of her new music video and a bunch of former teenyboppers expressing their undying love for the pop superstar.
"For the record" previews suggested that everything would be laid out on the table for us, and even though I can honestly say I haven't donned the Catholic school girl skirt since at least 2001, my curiosity soared.
Also, with all of this talk about coming back lean and clean, who wouldn't want to know the reason behind her mental breakdown?
The answer? Not in the documentary.
But let me just say, that while I've obviously been keeping tabs on everything from the New York Times' foreign affairs reports to the Providence Journal's local color (Cranston High Schools East and West came together under one roof to produce High School Musical? What is this world coming to?) what I'm about to admit to a rather large audience is something both shameful and incontrovertible: I can't stop thinking about Britney Spears and her comeback.
Oops, sorry, Britney. I forgot you don't like the word "comeback"-obviously you never went away…right.
Honestly, MTV couldn't have picked a worse time to air "Britney: For the Record," the real-life documentary of Britney Spears' comeba-I mean, life-leading up to her new album, Circus.
Here I am, trying to study for my upcoming final exams (see today's editorial for good studying tips, one of them being to ignore distractions like this one) and I'm receiving promises from Ms. Spears herself that she's going to spill her guts about it all-Justin, Kevin, stupid decisions, the Britney babies-everything.
After the final episode of "Total Request Live," there was a half-hour special promoting her documentary, with clips from behind the scenes of her new music video and a bunch of former teenyboppers expressing their undying love for the pop superstar.
"For the record" previews suggested that everything would be laid out on the table for us, and even though I can honestly say I haven't donned the Catholic school girl skirt since at least 2001, my curiosity soared.
Also, with all of this talk about coming back lean and clean, who wouldn't want to know the reason behind her mental breakdown?
The answer? Not in the documentary.
