But as I escaped into the pathetic world of another to escape my own issues, instead of feeling better, I kinda felt worse. You know how some reality shows, like anything on VH1, make you thank the moon and the stars you didn't turn out to be such a freak? How suddenly growing up in a Minnesota suburb where Taco Bell was the cool hangout feels like the protecting factor from making you dumber than dumb and trying to date Snoop Dogg? As Britney dissected ever-so-thoughtfully to her mystery British interviewer the trials and tribulations of stardom, I started to feel not only sorry for her, but for myself. The defining moment of self-pity came when she proclaimed, "At least I have my job and my children. My job and my children are my life- I would die without them."
Ok, let's see here. We all have had people take advantage of us like Britney. We've all had terrible break-ups like Britney & Justin. We've all made a bad hair decision like Britney. But I don't have millions of dollars to medicate my sorrows. I don't have someone blow drying my hair everyday. And I don't have a job or children.
The important lesson to be learned here from Little Miss Spears is that anytime you start to feel sorry for someone, you might as well feel sorry for everyone- because we've all got the same misfortunes. I'm lucky to have friends I trust and love and not a manager slipping me drugs, but she's lucky that at least she has the opportunity to be well dressed and in Paris while she suffers.