"Love me, love me, love me" says Britney. "Why?" we say. "Look, I'm kissing Madonna in a pseudo-sapphic tryst" says Britney. "Yawn." we say. "For my next video I'm going to take all my clothes off and writhe suggestively!" says Britney. "Didn't you do that for the last one?" we say. "But I'm getting married!" squeals Britney. "Again?" we say.
The latest detour in the car-crash existence of Ms. Spears is new single My Prerogative. Released to publicise her greatest hits collection it's a "sexy" and "urban" cover of a Bobby Brown track from the early nineties. Which involves a vocodered and synthesized Brit panting over Neptunes-like beats. Except the production isn't actually The Neptunes, so it's sub-par, cheap imitation Neptunes beats.
If this was Britney's solitary 'jumping the shark' moment, her last-ditch attempt to remain popular, then you could let it go, but recently its been nonstop. In fact, to extend the metaphor, during the past year she's jumped the shark, writhed suggestively with the shark, married the shark and God knows what she's going to do with the shark next. But I'm guessing the RSPCA may be interested. It's just sad that no one else will.