Sara Steffens of the Contra Costa Times writes, “Once, you made even Bob Dole drool. Now randy teenage boys suppress a yawn when you bare your perfect belly, a sorry one-woman samba parade gone on too long. Oh, Britney. How did it come to this, so soon?” She predicts, “We know all too well how this story ends: the string of mediocre albums and movies, the hospitalizations for ‘exhaustion,’ the series of breast implants and face-lifts leading to the inevitable day when you become perfectly indistinguishable from the drag queens who love to impersonate you.”
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