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Poor Britney. Her scumbag parents will keep her medicated for the rest of her life, and they'll spend her money. It's a modern day Frances Farmer scenario.

Of course her parents were willing to ride her manic phases on the way up. Their own little money making machine!

They're despicable.

In the year 2028, after Britney herself is either dead or bloated beyond recognition, living in Palm Springs with a caretaker and 20 chihuahuas, some mainstream actress w/avante garde tendencies á la Jessica Lange will make a movie about her. (That's assuming they still make movies with humans.) The Britney Spears Story! The film will be a modest arthouse success and the actress will be nominated for a SAG award. She won't win.