First, on The Girls Next Door, we had the arrival of "the twins." I had to check that out -- I mean after Hef's breakup with Holly, I had to see who's
Then, we had the season finale of the Pickup Artist 2. You remember, with supa-star woman magnet, Mystery. Let me ask you something. If you saw this guy approach you at a bar, would you stick around and fall for his lines?
I just find him creepy. And, honestly, if guys want tips on what women find attractive, I have two words for them: Edward Cullen.
While flipping through channels, I also noticed Britney Spears' tell-all documentary, For the Record was on too. All of these shows were on at the same time, and I was forced to make a decision. Which one to watch? In the end, I went with my girl Brit. Because I needed to know what in the world has been going through her head for the last couple of years.
I've been rooting for Britney from the beginning. When she finally kicked K-Fed to the curb, I found myself breathing a sigh of relief. Finally, girlfriend could get her life back on track.
Then, I watched in horror as a trainwreck unfolded before my very eyes.
Partying (sans panties) with Paris.
Shaving her head.
Her horrific VMA appearance.
With each new episode, I grew more and more depressed. So much talent. So young. Throwing her life away. At one point I was convinced her story wouldn't have a happy ending.
But, with a little familial, medical and court-appointed guidance, Brit seems to slowly be pulling her life back together. For this documentary, she sits down with good ol' Martin Bashir to answer the "tough" questions and take us through several days of her life.
A life that she describes as "old and boring." (She tells Rolling Stone Magazine that she turns in around 9:30 each night and never goes out.) Well, as another article pointed out, "old and boring" is a heck of a lot better than "young and insane."
Honestly, I felt bad for Britney. She turns 27 today, yet she looks 10 years older than that. Her youthful beauty and exuberance are gone. It didn't appear she had any true friends. All she has are her kids and her career. She lives her life under a microscope of camera lenses. And while some will, no doubt, criticize her for not offering up real explanations for her walk off the deep end, what I found most revealing was just how empty she looks. You can see the pain behind her eyes. And the part that really broke my heart was when she said it herself, "I'm so sad."
I hope Britney eventually comes to the realization that the key to happiness is going to require more than an early bedtime and lackluster social life. She won't find contentment in a "comeback," another shopping spree or increased record sales.
As they say, sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.
Hopefully, that realization will come in time. The sooner the better.
In the meantime, I hope she sticks with the 9:30 bedtime and the whole "old and boring" routine.
Because for the first time in years, she finally seems kind of normal.
What do you think of Britney? Love her? Hate her? Pity her? Let me know in the comments -- I'm curious. :)