People thought that it was me going crazy and stuff like that, but people shave their heads all the time. "I was going through so much artificial stuff with my kids and Kevin at the time. I’m tired of everybody touching me." Additionally, she told the following to MTV's 2008 documentary, For the Record: When the artist asked Spears why she shaved her head, she replied, "I don’t want anyone touching me. After she left the salon, she got a tattoo at a parlor in Sherman Oaks, California. The paparazzi, always on Spears's tail, was there to capture every moment. When the stylist politely refused, Spears grabbed the clippers and shaved her head herself. We’re country."īritney's mental health struggles and rumored addiction became highly publicized in February of 2007 when Spears walked into a hair salon in Tarzana, California and asked the stylist to shave her head. I can’t go anywhere without someone judging me. So I mean, I just feel like they’re taking cheap shots. That driving incident was from, like five minutes away, and Starbucks is like, right there. They’re banging on the windows, and that’s not something I want my baby to. " coming up on the sides of the car, which is a scary situation for me. In an interview with Matt Lauer in June of 2006, Spears broke down in tears as she explained her side of the story: "I love my child and would do anything to protect him." The Department of Children and Family Services launched an investigation into the incident. "I instinctively took measures to get my baby and me out of harm’s way, but the paparazzi continued to stalk us," she said. The new mother defended the move, saying the paparazzi were harassing her. On the night of Febru nearly a year before Jamie Spears became conservator of his daughter a wild-eyed Britney walked into Esther’s Haircutting Studio in Tarzana, California. Asked by a photographer why she shaved her head, she answered, “Because of you.” At the hair salon, she said she was “tired of everybody touching me.” Out of the mouths of babes.In 2006, photos emerged of Spears driving an SUV with her infant son sitting in her lap. They would naturally like to restore “Britney” to health, whereas Spears obviously wants to get rid of her dolldom. Her rejection of rehab is provocative: The doctors may be treating the wrong addiction. Will she OD or commit suicide like Monroe? Will she have a Grand Guignol death like the fat-obsessed Anna Nicole Smith? No one publicly asks those questions, but that’s what everyone wonders. The latest news is that Spears is dropping in and out of rehab. It made perfect sense for Spears, after her mortification, to hide as Marilyn. (The current hysteria about anorexic fashion models, who treat the body as something to be designed, like clothing, is another example.) The sacrificial standard was, of course, set by Marilyn Monroe. Her mortification of the flesh at 25 is just the latest example of how bizarrely troubling American society finds the female body. She was first marketed as a child celebrity-beginning as a Mouseketeer-and then, when she filled out, transformed into teen cheese. The press rarely calls her “Spears.” That might suggest she’s human. She is just a money-making toy adults sell children. Unlike Madonna, Spears has never called her own shots. The French, after the liberation, shaved the heads of collaborators. Delilah cut off Samson’s to make him defenseless. In boot camp, soldiers lose their individuality with their hair. That’s what monastics do when they reject the flesh to dedicate themselves to the spirit. Few gestures are as symbolically rich as the shaving of a head. She stripped herself, publicly, of her sexuality. She recoiled from celebrity culture by mortifying her own flesh. She seemed to be trying, with befuddled brilliance, to tell the truth. What the press, which was busy moralizing (“her poor little boys”) and faux-empathizing (“she needs help”), never acknowledged was that Spears’s crack-up was the most interesting performance of her life. The next day she was wearing a cheap Marilyn wig. After the hair came off, she’d gone to a tattoo parlor and, weeping and screaming, inked a kiss on her wrist and a cross on her hip. Online, I caught up with the divorce and the party binge (sans her two baby sons), the pantyless paparazzi photos, and the vomiting on her entourage. But the photographs of her shaved head stopped me short. She just seemed to be a piece of the celebrity trash that’s always sloshing around. All I knew was that she sang music for 12-year-olds, was nicknamed “Pop Tart,” and lived in Paris at the Hilton, or something like that. Until she shaved her head, I had not spent a moment thinking about Britney Spears.
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