It's amazing to observe the transformation from Mousketeer Boy-Kid Entertainer to Mr. Know-it-All-of the Pop Scene.
Justin Timberlake's public scolding of Britney Spears "You know who you are," was self-serving, hurtful, presumptuous and apparently less-than-helpful. If this narcissistic little man actually really knew or ever cared about his ex-girlfriend, he wouldn't have dreamed of wagging his finger at a camera, ordering her to "stop drinking." If Justin the Wise cared about anyone at all aside from the man in the mirror, he would have avoided placing himself in the clearly irresistible position of attempting to make himself appear a concerned old friend, hell-bent on showing the world how excruciatingly "centered" he is. This man showed more humanity when he was punked into thinking his guitar and dog had been confiscated by the government!
Justin, I have never been a fan of either you or Britney, and neither have my kids, but I'm going to do you a favor and not give you a slobbering "Oh you're just so cuuute!" piece, but instead, you get some truth, and it's gonna hurt ya, since you no longer listen to your momma (or maybe you do, and you shouldn't--how old are you now?). If Britney chooses to really harm herself in the future, you just played a big part in that decision. You must have a very short memory, or else you've been in ensconced in some luxury cave in Bora Bora, I-Podded to deafness, getting pedicured and practicing “man faces” in the mirror, as you appear to have missed the news about Anna Nicole.
Here’s the thing: Real people, who have real compassion, actual class as opposed to MTV class, and viable brain cells, think twice most of the time before they are overcome by the temptation to look uber cool, they hope, at a popular awards show publicly stomping on an ex while she’s already down with her face in the dirt. Oh, and make a note of this if you can still write anything other than your autograph: The Public notices celebs who do those things, and, say it with me now: It re-mem-berrrrs.
That nasty, annoying Pubic. How dare it? First you can’t go to the grocery store (yeah, like you want to), you get photographed walking down the street (oh the outrage), and now your conceited behavior actually gets observed and criticized. What a world, what a world.