Avril Lavigne is lashing out at Britney Spears, saying that as a child, her mother forced her to attend a Britney Spears concert.
My mom made me go to a Britney Spears concert when I was young. I was like, ‘No I don’t want to.’ She was like, ‘If you’re going to be a performer, you need to see other people.’
She also criticized that Britney’s breakdowns are all her fault:
What’s happened to Britney is all down to who she is as a person. If you want a piece of this business you have to be able to deal with it. You can’t complain about the pressures, the paparazzi, the madness because that’s the job.
Remember, she had also blamed Britney Spears for not wearing underwear in public because if it weren’t for that, no one would’ve minded and made a big deal about her spitting at the paparazzi.
You know, I used to like her and her singing, despite the fact that her face shows absolutely no feelings and emotion whatsoever when she sings. She basically just stands there like a stiff little stick stuck on super glue. She’s one of those singers who you’d rather listen to the songs than watch her perform, because there isn’t much to see. But she tries too hard to be a punk wannabe. Spitting, lashing out at out pop tarts, acting like a rock star? C’mon, gimme a break. I don’t know which one to defend, although Avril does have a point. But Britney’s far more an “icon” than she is.
No, I agree with Avril. Don’t complain-cuz thats the job. I’m sick and tired of all of these celebrities complaining about no privacy and all the paparazzi(not that I like the paparazzi. That is what they signed up for when they sought FAME and fortune!!!!!! Suck it up.
I find Avril more of a likeable person. She’s acting tough but maybe that is what keeps her from doing some those silly mistakes others do.
Avril > Britney
I think they both suck. To me, Avril sounds like a cat being nailed to David Lynch. But Britney is definently no better than she is. But Britney’s become even more annoying ever since she stopped wearing panties and started kissing Paris Hilton’s liposucked, tanned ass.
But that’s funny. I bet she goes to her psychiatrist and she’s like, “Woe is me. Woe is me. My Mom made me go to a Britney concert. Now I write all these punk-wannabe angsty songs about heartbreak.”