An Intervention With Britney Spears

Britney,

I think it's time we had a little talk. I know you're a tad bit emotional these days. There's been the birth of yet another no-necked monster, and the divorce from K-Fed. Honestly, we were all hoping that break-up would happen soon enough, but sometimes you just have to let friends make their own mistakes. He was never right for you, and we all thought JT would have been a better choice.

But now we're really worried about you. What's with the shaved head? And are you in rehab or not? And who's taking care of the kids? Obviously not you.

Look at where you came from, Brit. You had it going on. Graduate of Star Search and The Mickey Mouse Club. It was a dream-come-true for every little girl who ever over-acted her way through Over the Rainbow in the school talent show.

Yeah, I admit it took me a while to take you seriously and get past the squeaky-clean, bubble-gum pop image you started out with. But it was catchy stuff, and you had some style that Christina didn't seem to have. Each single seemed a little better than the last. Oops I Did It Again. Toxic. I'm a Slave For You. Me Against the Music. And all the while you were kicking Christina Aguilera's dirrrrty ass. (You know, I used to call her Christina Got-bad-haira, but at least she's got hair now.)

You were sexy and hot. You had a fan base that was starting to extend beyond junior high girls and pedophiles, and through your association with Madonna, you could have continued to build your gay audience. Don't you see it? You were poised for greatness. Let's face it. Madonna isn't going to be around forever, and YOU could have been the one to take her place.

And you're blowing it. You have been given a great and powerful gift, and you're fucking it up.

You're having a full-on Michael Jackson meltdown, and if you keep hanging out with Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton and showing your snatch in the backseat of limos, you'll lose every bit of credibility you worked so hard for. And don't think it can't happen. Michael Jackson used to be the King of Pop, and look at him now. It's heart-breaking, isn't it? He couldn't sell a record now if he wanted to. Don't let that happen to you.

Every pop princess has a history of poor decisions. Mariah Carey and Glitter. Janet Jackson and a wardrobe malfunction. Some decisions can be quickly forgotten, but others simply won't be ignored. You still have time to get off this runaway train of self-destruction, and become the powerful pop diva you were born to be.

So here's what you need to do. First, put some pretty panties on. Then, get Madge on the phone. Apologize for whatever it is that you did that made her not your best friend anymore. Even if you didn't do anything, apologize. She's a reasonable woman and she'll hear you out.

Ask -- no, don't ask -- BEG for her help in turning your burning carnage of a life around and get your bald ass on the first plane for England. The next step seems like it should go without saying, but given your behavior lately, I'll say it - don't forget to pack the kids. I think Sean Preston and the other one (I can't remember his name and you probably can't either) will get along famously with Lola, Rocco and the adopted one.

And while the kids are playing together, you and Madonna can get caught up, do some yoga, talk about life as divorcee (she's been there a time or two), detox, let your hair grow back, and you can take advice from the one who first made it okay to royally fuck up, get some really bad press and still not alienate her fans.

If you do this right, you can look back in five years and see this period as just a big bump in the road. You'll have the respect of your friends (remember, Paris Hilton is not your friend), your family, and your fans -- and most importantly, you'll have the respect of your children.

You are somebody, and you are somebody's mama. It's time you started acting like it.

Sincerely,
Skipper