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 te are," was self-serving, hurtful, presumptuous and apparently less-than-helpful. If this narcissistic little man actually really knew o 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 mostrare the world how excruciatingly "centered" he is. This man showed più humanity when he was punked into thinking his chitarra and dog had been confiscated da the government!
Justin, I have never been a fan of either te o Britney, and neither have my kids, but I'm going to do te a favor and not give te a slobbering "Oh you're just so cuuute!" piece, but instead, te get some truth, and it's gonna hurt ya, since te no longer listen to your momma (or maybe te do, and te shouldn't--how old are te now?). If Britney chooses to really harm herself in the future, te just played a big part in that decision. te must have a very short memory, o 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 te 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 da the temptation to look uber cool, they hope, at a popolare awards mostra publicly stomping on an ex while she’s already down with her face in the dirt. Oh, and make a note of this if te 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 te can’t go to the grocery store (yeah, like te want to), te get photographed walking down the strada, via (oh the outrage), and now your conceited behavior actually gets observed and criticized. What a world, what a world.