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*raises hand* Yes, it may seem a little sad that I get enjoyment out of someone’s pain, but, let’s face it, Britney’s breakdown has been beyond amusing. From going to rehab to leaving rehab to going back to rehab to being committed, I can’t help but wonder why I am so utterly fascinated by this woman’s plight.

Explanation #1
I feel better about myself knowing this celebrity is a real fuck up. Flawed perfection means perfection doesn’t exist; therefore, I don’t have to strive to be perfect.

Explanation #2
My dislike of Britney’s music led to a dislike of Britney led to amusement at her expense. Petty as it is, I’ve always gotten a slight enjoyment out of watching those I dislike commit epic fail. Who hasn’t? If you raise your hand, you lie!

Explanation #3
Must. Laugh. At. Bitch. With. Nasty. Poon.

Whatever the reason, I refuse to apologize for making fun of this celebretard. I have come to understand that she has been diagnosed (officially, I believe) as bipolar, and bipolar disorder does somewhat impair the decision-making process. However, it does not render the afflicted incompetent. She still had room for rational cognition, and she failed to use it.

My point: she had choices. She made some bad ones, and she has nobody to blame but herself. So, I wish her the best of luck with whatever treatment she ends up with, but, in the meantime, I’m going to point and laugh.

And I’m probably going to burn in hell.