Hours after Britney’s latest meltdown topped the news (sorry about that, Barack), she met with Dr. Phil who later announced her release from the hospital. Crazy enough for you? The good doctor diagnosed the situation thusly: “My meeting with Britney and some family members this morning in her room at Cedars leaves me convinced more than ever that she is in dire need of both medical and psychological intervention.”
Or so he said in a statement prepared for Entertainment Tonight and The Insider.
It’s almost impossible to write anything about Britney Spears without being part of the problem. Suffice it to say that the merging of America’s two most chronic fixations, celebrities and schadenfreude, and the insanity that grows from those obsessions, could very well kill this girl. Sure, you’d have to throw in what seems to have been some pretty questionable parenting (though it’s hard to attack anyone’s attraction to fame in our culture), but any kid growing up in this negative spotlight and the unreal world of superfame would be hard-pressed not to get sucked down into spiraling dysfunction.
And we, as a society, are implicated in this. Big time. Unfortunately, like her, at best we’ll probably seek the advice of a TV shrink.