Britney Spears’s much-anticipated memoir is a desperate cry for help

I reviewed the singer's ghastly memoir for The Spectator.

Biological differences exist between men and women. Hamas lacks a justifiable reason to kill Israelis. Joe Biden won the 2020 election fair and square. Vaccines work. These are truths which, depending on the political class you’re speaking to, you can no longer say in public. Reading Britney Spears’s memoir, The Woman in Me, I thought, “We should add ‘the Free Britney Movement was wrong’ to the unspeakable truths list.”

Two years into her freedom, Spears should celebrate her memoir as her umpteenth comeback. She should be sitting down with Oprah, confessing what really led to her 2007 breakdown, and releasing a new album pegged to The Woman in Me. Instead, she’s refusing to sit down for interviews, deleting and rejoining Instagram, and speeding around Los Angeles without a license or car insurance. Amid this latest round of chaos, her memoir reads like a groupchat message from a mentally ill, charismatic friend. It’s the portrait of an artist as a middle-aged woman who believes she has done no wrong other than popping over-the-counter energy pills — and it’s a cause for concern…

Read more of my review of Britney’s memoir in The Spectator.