It’s likely no new news that, while we here at Resonator were doing our thing over the weekend (ya know, hanging out with Steve Aoki and crying on the dance floor to Ladytron, rebuilding and reconfiguring the web site so pardon our dust, under construction and all those other build-it-up/tear-it-down cliches), Britney Spears was doing some deconstruction of her own.

Now, I’m going to echo a sentiment that seems to be prevalent in the media right now-that of “oh, uh, shit, Britney may really not be ok”. You’ve heard the story by now-possible rehab in/out, tearful breakdown in front of a salon which she had opened specifically to do the duty of shaving her head-which she did her own damn self, only to surface a few days later wearing the most obnoxious blonde wig possible.

I’m not going to enter into the realm of attempt to ascribe meaning to this event-suffice to say, I think we should all be on alert in that she’s slowly slipping less into the realm of Tom Cruise batshit and more into Anna Nicole aching. There could also be a gendered argument made, but saying “oh we shouldn’t care because we wouldn’t care if a dude did it” is right up there and akin to the argument that Meryl Streep “was amazing in ‘Devil Wears Prada’”-in each case, gender nullifies the inherent point. In the Spears’ world, a bald Britney isn’t ok, and we’ve got to assume Britney knows that. As such, this is what’s known as a “cry for help”.

With all the doom and gloom surrounding the current BritState also come questions of “well, musically, was Britney even ever any good?”

Fuck yes she was.

Britney Spears: I’m A Slave 4 U

If you’ve forgotten exactly what Britney hath wrought, look no further than the devastating “I’m A Slave 4 U”-not only did it tout the greatest Neptunes BBC beat BC (before Clipse), but it also announced her newfound growth the world at large. Dirtyproperfilthgaragebangnasty, what nowadays those less-versed in music that didn’t originate in some dude’s two-car garage in Woodstock would label “Grime”, “Slave 4 U” was an absolutely brilliant pop music moment-the day the mainstream had to stop and pause for a moment of “oh god, what have we done”-esque reflection, before realizing that a new day had dawned.

Britney Spears: Me Against The Music (Justice remix)

It’s a shame that this remix saw relatively little play. The original version of “Me Against The Music” was a fascinating Electropop punch in the face, minus Madonna’s cutesy-coo “hey Britney” come-hithers, and, though I disagree with the blind devotion that seems to be running rampant in the music industry currently regarding Justice, the Justice remix gives a little more flavor and a little more bite to what the original song intended-Britney versus whatthefuckever.

It’s unfortunate that it seems in real life, Britney’s on the losing end, at least for the time being.

Thus ends your daily dose of celeb gossip.