Bagging Britney doesn't make you cool.

I have exciting news: I am going to Britney Spears's concert in November. Of course, if you have had any interaction at all with me over the last few hours, or even have me as a friend on Facebook or MySpace, you will of course already be well informed of this thrilling announcement; as I have not shut up about it since receiving the news that my tie* managed to secure tickets. Upon my gleeful revelation of the most exciting event that I will ever attend in my life, noses are turned up and misguided statements such as "she's a talentless train-wreck" ensue. Not that this is a new phenomenon, it seems that nobody has any love for cute and girly entertainers and celebrities. This of course encompasses many others that are not Britney, such as the Spice Girls and Lady Gaga, all of which are extremely talented, beautiful and condemned.

Britney is frequently slammed as being devoid of talent- no assertion could be more wrong! She is an amazing singer and dancer and above all, entertainer. Her proficiency is often overshadowed because of her tumultuous personal life and bizarre antics. To quote Chris Crocker, leave Britney alone! Being mentally unstable does not abrogate her aptitude and achievements, and anyone who thinks it does is clearly ignorant and cannot see past their own efforts to be "too cool" to enjoy Britney's music.

Rejecting what is perceived to be mainstream for more alternative styles does not make you cool or hardcore. Hating Britney because she is pretty just makes you look like an ignorant bigot. Britney Spears is nothing short of iconic and anyone who disagrees seriously needs to be enlightened. I prescribe listening to all thirty-four of her singles, youtubing her music videos and sampling her perfumes.

*'Tie' as in the end half of the word 'bestie', as Carmella and I each possess one half of one of those juvenile best friend necklaces. My half says "bes" and hers says "tie", thus she is my tie. She is also my tie in that she completes my outfits, as without her expert fashion guidance I would be one very lost child, swathed in crocs and ponchos and whatever else my poor misguided eyes lead me towards.