It's 1:15 am on Saturday, August Xth, and I lay semi-conscious in North Carolina, being pumped full of shit by the good people at MTV. Total Request Live is on and they're playing the Number One video - Britney Spear's "Lucky." I've heard this song millions of times before (two younger sisters) but this time something went off in my head (it's funny how that tends to happen in the wee morning hours).

Perhaps I should explain something first - a close friend of mine and I were having an argument about this song the other day. She is convinced that Britney has a right to bitch about the issue covered in the song, whereas I felt that if she's going to portray herself as perfect to the public, and deny anything imperfect from happening (for e

Well, as I said, something went off in my head that night - Britney isn't complaining at all. That song had nothing to do with her. For fuck's sake, she didn't write the goddamn thing! She paid some person, who in all likeliness received no recognition for the piece at all, and is definitely not at all famous, to write it for her! The lyrics, therefore, are as deep in emotional merit as a grease stain left on a paper plate by a slice of pizza. And yet I sit on my couch watching as person after person comments on how deep Ms. Spears is! Which bring me, of course, to my main point.

xample, her denial of being offered $17 million for sex), she has no right to whine.

And then there's "pop." The word that makes me want start cracking skulls. Pop can be good. Hell, pop can be great. In th

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