I am kind of embarrassed to admit this, but on Saturday I was early to a conference I was attending for work so I stopped at The Block for a bite to eat. I ended up stepping into The Virgin Mega Store and browsing for thirty minutes.

Eventually I decided to purchase the new Britney album, Blackout. When I walked up to the counter I kind of felt like I should feel ashamed. I felt like a creepy guy purchasing a porn magazine at a Barnes & Noble. “Just use the internet,” I felt like the clerk was thinking.

“I’m kind of embarrassed,” I told the clerk that would have been pretty if it wasn’t for the choppy emo hair and the slightly infected lip-ring. “Don’t judge me.”

She just smiled.

I think that Perez Hilton had a point with his Boycott Britney campaign:

As she proved with her disrespectful and half-assed performance at the VMAs, Britney does not care about her fans. Yet her hardcore fans are buying multiple copies of her single and gifting it to their friends.

Like a Los Angeles court said, Britney is a frequent and habitual user of drugs and buying her song is just feeding her addictions. Her fans are not “supporting” her now in their time of need. They are being enablers. And that’s not what Britney needs.

Britney needs tough love!

Britney needs a boycott!

I held out for awhile. But I caved in this weekend. How much is a bad Britney worth? Apparently I’ll pay $14.99.

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