Rosie O’Donnell wrote the following lengthy diatribe on her blog comparing Britney to Princess Diana:
I remember the tunnel as it appeared on the news, lit by headlights, flashlights, red lights. Between the cement tall pillars was a heap of twisted metal. I saw it then, and I can see it now. Diana dead.
She will be trying to get away, but they will chase her, just as they chased her into that church yesterday. There were dozens of them, jostling their way into sanctuary, elbowing past each other, just to creep closer to her. Even her last-minute, folded-hand prayers can’t be kept sacred. There can be no silent moments in a crowd; no silence, and no secrets.
All this fresh, painful frailty costs her so much, but it lines their pockets very well. A kings ransom was paid for those tabloid-ready cheap shots of her with messy hair, tear-soaked eyes, and the half-smile of a desperate baby girl.
“I’m scared,” she told them yesterday, when they later mobbed her at court. “Move back,” she said. “I’m scared. Stop it. Stop it. I want to get back in the car. Just stop it. Let me get in the car, please.”
Sometimes it really is too much. Internal wires cross. Anxiety hits. Panic sets in the heart. Dread. Fear.
But she asked for it, she’s a public figure.
At eight years old, she bravely stood before a microphone. By 17, she had sold 25 million records. Where were the sidewalk-skinned knees, the chalk stained hands, the monkey bars, the passed notes? A Disney set is not a childhood, no matter how many bright colors they use, or how cheerful the script.
Not a girl, barely even a woman yet, they chased her. A mob of stalkers for whom no stalking laws have been written. Smother. Crush. Flash. Photo Credit. Even Dr. “Get Real” Phil got in on the action. Unreal.
83 million albums sold so far. How many pictures?
The tunnel is crowded now. There are only inches of separation between vulnerability and disaster.
Britney Spears and Princess Di really are alike. Remember when Britney went to all those countries on humanitarian missions? Or that time Princess Di flashed her vagina to the paparazzi? Maybe Britney is a clone of Diana. That would explain the British accent. And why she keeps flashing her nipples… My God, Rosie’s right! Get Scotland Yard on the phone. Rosie O’Donnell’s ridiculous amount of free time has done it again. Amazing. I bet she sits at home smoking a pipe and looking into a magnifying glass.
I thought #94 was the dullest post I’d ever read… and then along comes #95.
Okay, here we go:
First to #42: WE are the problem? WE egg on the paps that keep hounding Brit????? WTF???? Oh, I see: you are ignoring and shunning all info surrounding Brit to teach the paps a lesson, right? And that lesson is??? OH!! I get it, if we don’t seek out info on Brit, they will leave her alone! SO…that explains why you posted a comment under an article about Brit: to let the paps know we aren’t interested anymore! LOL Makes perfect sense…..
To #43 Um….HELLO? You say the paps hound her and don’t let her just live her life??? again….WTF??? She CALLS them to let them know when she is going out so they can be there! I wouldn’t be suprised at all to find out half of them are actually on BRIT’S payroll!! LOL She LOVES the attention! If she WANTED a life, she wouldn’t tell the pap everytime she heads out the door!
Now, my last comment is that everyone keeps saying we need to ‘protect’ her from the paps so she doesn’t go the way of Di…..ummm…..please see above!! If she doesn’t want them around her, STOP CALLING AND TELLING THEM WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!
What is with all of these fucking bleeding hearts who want to sit and place all the blame on the paps, but absolutely none on Britney.
At last check this skanky, greasy, smelly bitch has more money than God, so what’s preventing her from hiring some security to keep the paps away from her? All she needs to get is two huge, no neck motherfuckers to lay the smackdown on any pap who gets in her way. (Is Katie Holmes’ body guard available?) But no, that’s too much like right, because in reality this girl is a media whore just BEGGING for attention. She knows her fifteen minutes are up and her talent (code word for her body) faded when she pushed out her sprats, so instead of working hard and rebuilding her career she patrols the streets like a homeless person. A very rich homeless person. And we can all say, aaahhh, poor Britney has a mental illness. Well so do a lot of other fuckers out there who don’t have a fraction of the resources Britney has and yet they still manage to get the help they need.
All you limp wristed pussies who like to harp about how cruel and mean we are here on The Superficial (get it, because we’re SUPERFICIAL) need to shut your yaps, stop your idle idol worshipping and go get involved in a real cause instead of making themselves feel good by calling everyone a bunch of meanies. Yeah, I’m a asshole but at least I’m not full of shit.
Amen!!! -#103
She’s a saint! She spent like 6 hours talking to cheerleaders after Hurricane Katrina in her home state of LA! Took that 6 hours in two years away from Starbucks and liqour and man-whores and flashing her cooch to cameras! Just to talk to those cheerleaders!
Britney is practically Mother Teresa!
Rosie is a voice of wisdom and bacon drippings in this world…we should heed her words.
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I notice that all the mad people in the world seem to be Americans. Anyone?
Rosie is pure pond scum, and Britney ……. is her daughter!
What the hell does Britney have on her face? I mean, she always looks ridiculous but really, what is that, the first stages of mumification?
I don’t really give a good God damn what’s going on with Britney, or any of the other celebs, but it does make for good mindless entertainment and observation. What I love about this site, is the guy who writes the commentary; you are probably one of the funniest colour commentators I’ve read in a while and you make this site worthwhile. Keep going strong with your sharp wit; you make me laugh out loud everytime I visit!!!