Now It Makes Sense: The Woman in Me by Britney Spears

It’s nothing that decades of therapy might be able to fix.

From Day One, I’ve been on #TeamBritney when it comes to Britney Spears’ personal and familial challenges. I think just about any common sense-minded person saw what was going on with her these last 20 years and knew something wasn’t quite right.

When I picked this up from the bookstore, it was more of a show of solidarity than anything else. And the idea that at least a few bucks would flow her way. It’s nice to think that maybe I paid for a cheap drink in Maui.

So now that I have finally gotten around to reading “The Woman in Me” I can say that I have a more confirmed sense of thinking about her life, to the degree I actually have any business to have an opinion. Which I don’t. The second I start to think judgy thoughts at her Instagram posts, I remind myself that it’s really not up to me how she does Brit. And if she’s happy, believe you me, it’s been a long time coming and well-deserved.

Celebrity memoirs are always going to be one-sided and likely spill a few great secrets, and such is the case here. To the title of this blog’s point — if you read it, her behavior is going to make sense. If you don’t, you can still function day to day and not be the worse for it. I will say this — I am just sorry she has had to go through what she has for nothing more than pushing back on some pretty outrageous expectations that were set in place when she was a child. It’s quite possible there are mental health issues in play, for sure — but nothing that requires a 13-year conservatorship that controlled every aspect of her life.

If anything, I hope she does return to making music, even if it’s just for herself. That seems to be when she’s most fulfilled. Keep dancing, Britney. You’ve earned it.