Secrets Revealed

*Hand Motion*


Everyone has their own secret perversion. That one activity that you try not to admit to people you still want to respect you. It might be a love of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch”, Magic Cards, or really cheesy love songs. It might be a secret devotion to a certain website. Or in my case, it might just be Hollywood gossip.

I can’t get enough of it. It’s just so entirely surreal. The ephemeral quality of Hollywood trash cannot be met anywhere else in the world. Where else can….ANYTHING like these stories ever actually happen? What is it about the magnitude of success and beauty that dislocates stars from reality, rif-raff, and general ‘real’ people? Even when you hear someone say a positive comment about a star, it goes without saying that there is a mental “well, for a movie star” notion tacked onto the end of the statement. Designer ovaries, billion dollar indulgences, and egos that fight to the death for stroking. Everything is shocking and its always so unbelievable that we often have no choice but to believe it. But its my favorite when one of the powerhouses tumble, and tumble hard.

Brittney Spears has been in a downward slide for some time. She’s been mocked, lambasted, and taunted. She’s been the focal point of satire, the butt of the joke, and the galah without elocution lessons for ages. And I feel bad for her, I truly do. And that must be the lowest of the low. Like most women, I vehemently denied that she had the ‘perfect’ body, and then went off about gossip regarding surgery, eating disorders, and speculation about the body that I would have if I too had a million dollars and a personal trainer. I envied her perfect body, her perfect breasts, and even her perfect baby-doll complextion. But now? Wow. Brittney “white trash” Spears has –my­- sympathy. Yikes.


Here is her newest form of self-expression. The completely untapped wellspring that is poetry. Nobody has ever done this before. Anyway, this is her poem that I found at a local celebrity gossip rag website. (Secrets Revealed !) *hand motion*

Remembrance of Who I Am
No more chains That you gave me.
Enough of pain
Now I'm craving
Something sweet, so delight
How do you stand sleeping at night?
Silly patterns that we follow
You pull me in
I'm being swallowed.
By the ones you think you love
They pull you down
You can't see up above.
Manipulation is the key
They screw it in
Because you're naïve.
You come to me now
Why do you bother?
Remember the Bible Sins of the Father.
What you do
You pass down.
No wonder why I lost my crown.
You don't see me now
You ask yourself why
My crown is back
And it's way too high
For you to be in my presence
Especially my son
You should bow down
I've only just begun.
The guilt you fed me
Made me weak.
The voodoo you did
I couldn't speak.
You're awakening
The phone is ringing.
Resurrection of my soul
The fear I'm bringing.
What will you say
And what will you do?
She's not the same person that you're used to.
You trick me one (sic), twice, now it's three.

My conclusion?

Wow. Brittney has become completely unglued.

Awesome.

-K