It must be hard being Britney Spears. Well not hard as such - the bazillion dollar fortune would see to that - but more than a bit disappointing. To have been all the way up there to now be all the way down here, that must sting a bit. Musically and personally, everything Brit-Brit now tries is met with snorts of derision. Marriage? Humph! Greatest hits? Pish-tosh! Possible motherhood? Ha!
She's been reduced to the level of carnival sideshow, living vicariously through the tabloids: "Roll up, roll up, pay your money, and gawp at the new Queen of trash!" With her musical standing at an all time low following the debacle of My Prerogative, her new single sees her achieving the impossible: Sinking even further.
Do Somethin' is nothing more than poor facsimile of Gwen Stefani's What You Waiting For, a cheap sweatshop copy; what at cursory glance may appear ok, on closer inspection revealing splitting seams and crap stitching. Probably the worst example yet of the fallacy that appropriating 'street' language somehow equates to increased credibility. Do Somethin'? Britney, I think it would be best for all concerned if you spent the next couple of years doing very little.