There's been a lot said lately about one of my former childhood heroes. You may have heard of her, but probably not. In any case, Britney Spears, my def fav indie musician seems to be going rather insane. Everyone is spending their time ragging on the shattered pop star/ failed actress, but here is my list of reasons why her impending nervous breakdown is not only acceptable, but furthermore, appealing.

1. She was in the frickin' Mickey Mouse Club.
   If there is any acceptable reason to be bat shit crazy it's the fact that your overbearing momager made you diet and tweeze your eyebrows before you learned cursive. The fact that Britters was forced to parade around on the weekends doing mall tours and child talent competitions when all I wanted to do was go look at the bunnies at the pet store is a valid excuse for crazy.
   
2. She's southern.
   Southern people are crazy. I base this assumption solely on my experience at a gas station somewhere in Tennessee on my way to Bonnaroo.
3. Crazy people are more interesting.
   Remember when Angelina Jolie was fucking Billy Bob Thornton in the backs of limos, wearing viles of blood around her neck, and getting Buddhist monks to chisel tattoos into her back. I do. And she sucks now that she's a "good mother" and "humanitarian".
4. She's more relatable now.
   I'm tired of skinny bitches. When I used to watch the "Baby One More Time" video repeatedly while wearing my Catholic school girl uniform, I was overcome with inadequacy due to the fact that this girl was in fact four years older than me and was already more successful than I would ever become in my lifetime. Now that she's a "frequent and habitual drug-user", bi-polar, unfit parent, well, now I think that's something we can all relate to.
5. She's chunktastickly zexy.
   Britney's chubbers. I'm chubbers. But I didn't lose custody of my kids, so I'm one up on a celebrity.