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Interviewing Britney Spears is like deposing Bill Clinton: Regardless
of the evidence, she does not waver. "Why do you dress so
provocatively?" I ask. She says she doesn't dress provocatively. "But
look what you're wearing right now," I say, while looking at three
inches of her inner thigh, her entire abdomen, and enough cleavage to
choke a musk ox. "This is just a skirt and a top," she responds. It is
not that Britney Spears denies that she is a sexual icon, or that she
disputes that American men are fascinated with the concept of the
wet-hot virgin, or that she feels her success says nothing about what
our society fantasizes about. She doesn't disagree with any of that
stuff, because she swears she has never even thought about it. Not even once.
"That's just a weird question," she says. "I don't even want to think
about that. That's strange, and I don't think about things like that,
and I don't want
to think about things like that. Why should I? I don't have to deal
with those people. I'm concerned with the kids out there. I'm concerned
with the next generation of people. I'm not worried about some guy
who's a perv and wants to meet a freaking virgin."
And suddenly, something becomes painfully clear: Either
Britney Spears is the least self-aware person I've ever met, or she's
way, way savvier than any of us realize.
Or maybe both.
—CHUCK KLOSTERMAN
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