Britney Spears, the popular singer who became a pop culture icon with her sexy image and tabloid-chronicled adventures, has died, her spokesman said Friday. She was 26.
Spears spokesman Lou Taylor said Spears died in Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles on Thursday. There was no immediate word on cause of death.
U.S.-born Spears had been suffering from chronic mood disorder cyclothymia. I don't know what that means. Let's just say she died from a drug overdose.
Born in Mississippi and raised in Kentwood, Louisiana, Spears' music dominated commercial radio, and her exploits dominated the media, irritating this reporter to no end.
A member of the New Mickey Mouse Club at 11 and a pop superstar at 17, Spears spent more than half her life in the limelight, leading this reporter to live more than half of HIS life with aforementioned irritation.
To her credit, she used to be beautiful, then started looking like crap once she hooked up with Kevin Federline, and had been looking decent up until the end. That's right, I'm a pig. All men are. Get used to it.
But Spears' music career was eclipsed, in the eyes of many, by her image. She was the object of fascination by people who enjoy watching train wrecks, people so discontent with their own lives that they watch those of troubled celebrities to feel better about themselves. This reporter would like to think that he is not one of those people.