LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!
Who would have guessed the transgender gay porn star was right all along?
Of course, it wasn’t just the rabid fans, but, most importantly, the feminists who propelled “#freebritney” in a vacuum of actual information about what her medical circumstances might have been.
The narrative was that she was being held captive by the patriarchy that had driven her mad with their exploitation of her. That she was being denied her agency.
And thus, she became the feminists’ Great Symbol, St. Britney, Martyr, crucified on the cross of sexism and capitalism to lay bare the patriarchy’s sins.
Britney was the victim. Sold by her father. Psychically gang raped by the music industry. Justin Timberlake’s baby ripped from her womb by Timberlake himself, on her family’s kitchen table. He was overserved in the Hamptons. We’ll rip his career from his womb. An eye for an eye.
It didn’t matter that she said she was proud of her artistic choices. The narrative depends on those choices having been forced on her by the patriarchy. She just thinks she’s proud. The feminists know better.
And thus, the feminists denied Britney her agency.
It didn’t matter that the freedom and self-expression the feminists demanded for Britney turned into a live feed of mental instability on social media.
It didn’t matter that Britney crumbled under a spotlight from which she had escaped in order to prove she had the agency the feminists wanted her to have.
The feminists had saved her from exploitation by the patriarchy.
Even if they had to destroy her to do it.
The feminists didn’t mind exploiting her at all.
Hail, St. Marilyn. Hail, St. Judy.
We deliver unto you:
St. Britney.
She died so you could all know better.