The documentary didn’t really change my opinion, but it reinforced it.
At this point, Britney’s a sad, sweet, simple mom who might need some help managing her life-distorting wealth and fame, but deserves to have that help come from someone who hasn’t viewed her as a meal-ticket since the day he first saw her shake her little ass.
Don’t get me wrong… I’m not gonna deny her agency in the crafting of her image and career. She courted the attention that swallowed her. But as the first mega-celebrity of the Internet Age, she was mercilessly, uncontrollably ogled and molested by a public eye that had not yet learned the value of an occasional blink.
We fucked up with her.