There may be an iconic birthday gathering come this December.

Following Britney Spears' recent Instagram post, where she spoke out against recent allegations made by her ex-husband Kevin Federline, the iconic pop singer wrote that for her birthday this year she wants to spend the day with Michelle Pfeiffer and Paris Jackson.

"My birthday wish is not to fly anywhere this year," Spears, whose birthday is December 2, wrote. "I want to have coffee, lunch, or dinner with Michelle Pfeiffer and Paris Jackson. It is important to look up to people and still believe in humanity, and there are extremely, cool beautiful people here."To which Jackson responded in a selfie posted to her Instagram stories, "Ok my sag queen, @britneyspears let's do it!"

While the two have never worked together and aren't known to be friends, Spears and the daughter of the late Michael Jackson, can definitely relate when it comes to enduring scrutiny from the public eye and the media.

Most recently, Spears has found herself and her estranged family in the spotlight again as Federline is doing press for his soon-to-be released book detailing his life the pop star behind closed doors. In the book, he has made claims of Spears endangering their two kids Sean Preston and Jayden among other allegations.

Spears also took to X with a response shortly after The New York Times released an excerpt of the tell-all.

"The constant gaslighting from ex-husband is extremely hurtful and exhausting. I have always pleaded and screamed to have a life with my boys," she began her lengthy post. "Relationships with teenage boys is complex. I have felt demoralized by this situation and have always asked and almost begged for them to be a part of my life."

As for Pfeiffer, she's yet to respond to the "Slave 4 U" singer's request on social media.Source: https://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/paris-jackson-agrees-britney-spears-201351224.html

Kevin Federline is a loser. This is hardly the shock of the century, and it’s not a new development, although cries of the L word have filled the air since he decided to publish a memoir of his life that mostly exists to throw dirt at his ex-wife, Britney Spears. The book offers some sleazy tidbits about her life, health, and relationship with their children (he has six kids with three different women). Reviews have been thin on the ground and acclaim non-existent (shout out to the Fug Girls for making the sacrifice and reading it for our sakes). Sales are harder to gauge, but one report claims it’s a massive flop, and Amazon rankings seem to back that up. Whatever grand payday he was hoping to cash in is unlikely to happen.

It shouldn’t be a big surprise to Federline, who has been known as a Grade-A loser from the moment he entered the public eye. He was always a joke, the backup dancer who ditched his partner and kids to latch onto the vulnerable pop star and milk her dry. He wanted to be a rapper, but money couldn’t buy talent or charm. Everything he said or did made him seem like a creep and a mooch. He was yet another reason for the press and public to mock Britney: was she so much of a mess that she couldn’t tell what an obvious jackass her beau was?

When Spears had her highly publicized breakdown and lost legal control over her own life, Federline stepped in. It was the only time he garnered a modicum of positive publicity, for “stepping up” and looking after his own children. With Britney’s money, of course. The smartest thing he did in this period was go away. There was a bigger villain for Britney fans to focus on in the form of Jamie Spears, her father and the controller of her conservatorship. Her fans always called him out for using her as a full-time ATM while he seemed allergic to employment, but largely, Federline stayed out of the spotlight. It seemed like he understood how unwinnable his situation was to the world and sat out the narrative, which makes his decision to try and cash in on negative goodwill in 2025 all the more baffling.

It’s almost impressive how lacking in self-awareness Federline is, although that is a requirement of being a scrub: the wilful delusion of male ego and pathetic fragility, combined to make a figure of ridicule whom the culture is eager to aid and abet. They even dare to call it a form of justice, feminism for men, if you will. It’s depressingly common to see the manosphere and all of its toxic offshoots position fathers doing the bare minimum as magnanimous in the face of evil womanhood. Yet even the most pathetic men don’t seem to be siding with Federline, so off-putting is his smarm.

But keeping his head in the sand of Britney’s money has also deafened him to the seismic change in attitudes towards not only Spears but an entire generation of wronged women. It’s not cool to root against Britney, no longer the status quo to mock her pain or call her a train wreck. Fleeting though it may have been, and few the lessons learned, but people did acknowledge the need to improve and apologize to her. The court of public opinion gave her a retrial, and the actual courts freed her from a conservatorship that greatly benefited Federline.

So, he may claim that his intentions are earnest when he reveals painful details of Spears’ mental illness, or that he has always been the good guy in this twisted tale, but it falls flat every time. In what world does the good guy do any of this? Well, our world, honestly. Bad men earn a lot of money and clout from getting the world to hate women. Maybe this would have worked 10 years ago. Perhaps our current cycle of mea culpas would have had to include apologies for reading KFed’s tacky book. I’m keenly aware of the many famous women against whom such tactics would work.

We will probably never figure out the right way to confront what happened to Spears and how we all engaged in a cycle of cultural shaming that led to a grown woman being all but held prisoner in the public eye for 13 years. Even now, as she tries to live a reasonably private life, we are stuck in a state of nosey concern that has swung drastically back into the tone of conspiracy that plagued her, fairly or otherwise, for most of her life. Frankly, it’s not fun or helpful to talk about Britney. It feels slimy to keep leering at a woman dealing with mental health issues and demanding that she provide us with content, which continues to be a clickbait favourite.

But that doesn’t mean we want any of it from her ex. Every snide comment or self-serving quote feels like he’s picking at a raw scab that will never heal. He wants to be the hero, which requires the narrative to have a villain. And we know who he has chosen to be his dragon, and why. The fact that both of the Federline-Spears kids are now over 18 and no longer dependent on child support paid by their mother to their father is clear in every move Federline makes. To demand admiration and gratitude from Spears’ fans is beyond parody. You’d think a man as broke as this would appreciate that shutting up is free.Source: https://www.pajiba.com/celebrities_are_better_than_you/kevin-federlines-attempts-to-get-back-at-britney-spears-via-new-memoir-fail-miserably.php

If it looks like Britney Spears — maybe it’s not Britney Spears?Multiple media outlets published photos of the pop princess seemingly enjoying a night out at RED O Mexican restaurant in Thousand Oaks, California, on Wednesday, Oct. 22. TMZ reported that the “Womanizer” singer was having some drinks with friends. In one video, she wore a yellow top, white shorts, and a black hat as she made her way through the restaurant.Later, Spears left the restaurant on her own, hopping into a car and driving away. According to Page Six, Spears’ car was swerving through the streets with the car going into other lanes and into the bike lane at times. The outlet also reported that Spears sat at the gate outside of her neighborhood “for nearly a half hour.”Days after the outing, Spears took to Instagram with a bold claim.

“If anyone is wondering the lookalike was not me,” she captioned a post on Saturday, Oct. 25. She used a clip of Daisy Duck and Minnie Mouse dressed exactly the same and embracing for the media accompanying her statement.

I don’t remember much from my time in secondary school, but I do remember the exact moment I told someone that Britney Spears would soon be dead. It was 2008, shortly after Spears had been carried out of her home on a stretcher and taken to a psychiatric hospital, and the words tumbled out of my mouth so quickly that I remember being jolted by them. I think I believed it. Or maybe I just wanted to show off – not my absolutely non-existent precognitive powers but the fact that actually, fellow classmates, only I truly understood the gravity of what was happening. We’d all witnessed Spears transition from pop cultural zygote in a schoolgirl’s outfit to sexy MTV temptress to angry, fragile shambles beset by paparazzi flashbulbs and judgment. And now, I insisted, there was a single, dire outcome on the cards.

I thought about this ultimately incorrect claim while reading You Thought You Knew, the new tell-all by Spears’s ex-husband Kevin Federline, the father of her two children and America’s least favourite white boy in a durag circa 2005. After 200 pages of ruminations on his former marriage and his aborted rap career, Federline closes his book with a premonition of doom similar to that which I made as a teenager almost a decade ago. One just as empty and as unhelpful to Spears herself as mine had been. “It’s become impossible to pretend everything’s okay,” Federline writes. “From where I sit, the clock is ticking, and we’re getting close to the 11th hour. Something bad is going to happen if things don’t change.”

The biggest problem with You Thought You Knew is that it never properly articulates what it is that needs to change. Federline paints Spears as an unpredictable and frequently volatile individual, whose mood swings and erratic behaviour have traumatised her two sons, now aged 19 and 20, and derailed both her pop career and her personal life. He alleges historic drug use and boozing, and nods to the severe dysfunction of the wider Spears clan, which he implies would have greatly impacted her life even if she hadn’t become one of the most famous women on the planet. He claims that Spears’s current use of Instagram – where she posts near-daily videos of herself dancing in her home or in restaurant bathrooms or in the hallways of Mexican hotels, all of which are occasionally buffeted by captions of varying legibility – is a sign of both an unstable person and a drug user. But whether or not he is prevented from doing so legally, Federline doesn’t prod further on the page, or ask why Spears is the way she is. You Thought You Knew, then, is a deeply conservative book: Federline frames the chaos apparently surrounding Spears as a situation entirely of her own making, even while all his vivid description of that chaos heavily suggests the opposite.

Federline is a tedious storyteller, with a limited vocabulary and a strikingly vapid perspective on the world. If becoming a professional back-up dancer and then marrying Spears isn’t “surreal” (a word repeated eight times throughout the book), it is a “whirlwind” (repeated 11 times). He is undoubtedly a loving, committed and responsible dad – but so is mine, and I don’t see him writing a book about himself. In fact, Federline’s life is so uneventful outside of Spears that his birth, childhood and teenage years are condensed into a single chapter shoved into the middle of the book. Passages not about Spears are almost hilarious in their banality. “Pink had arranged a full-day horseback safari for us,” he writes. “We saw black cockatoos (which I didn’t even know existed), huge monitor lizards, koalas, kangaroos, and more … It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.” Readers with wind beneath their ears may find Federline’s insights compelling (“The truth is, fame is a double-edged sword”; “Something shifted in Britney’s demeanour the moment the paparazzi showed up … She was more anxious”), but everyone else will be baffled.

I wouldn’t say Spears comes off badly in the book, if only because the behaviour Federline alleges seems so rooted in a toxic cocktail of stardom, paranoia, new money and mental illness. Spears has never confirmed nor denied that she lives with mental illness, and has denied ever being addicted to drugs or alcohol (she did write in her own memoir, 2023’s The Woman in Me, that she at one point became reliant on the ADHD medication Adderall to cope with depression). She has, though, written repeatedly on Instagram of experiencing long-term trauma as a result of her family and the conservatorship she was placed under for 13 years, which – until late 2021 – gave her father Jamie total legal power over her finances, her relationships, and her day-to-day workload. She has alleged being forcibly placed into a psychiatric facility and drugged with lithium. Just this week, amid Instagram posts decrying Federline’s book as filled with “white lies”, she wrote that she feels as if “my wings were taken away and brain damage happened to me”.

Discussion about Spears’s mental health is largely forbidden within official Britney fan circles. Popular fan forums and Britney-themed sub-Reddits frequently ban users who express even well-intentioned concern for her present-day wellbeing. I fear it’s a little misguided – Spears often seems entirely alone in her cavernous mansion, angry and estranged from her family and at least one of her sons, and lacking in many real friends, or much of a team. It’s OK to worry about and talk about worrying about Spears, whose life seems so incredibly hard. But I also understand the impulse to shut down such discourse: the language of voyeuristic celebrity tabloid coverage has evolved in sneaky and quite evil ways since 2007, with pointing-and-laughing replaced by insipid faux-compassion. “Britney Spears sparks concern with off-key rendition of Prince song in bizarre video from dishevelled mansion,” went a Daily Mail headline in August.

Federline takes a similar approach, couching sleazy, Perez Hilton-era tattle-telling in sympathetic tones. You Thought You Knew wallows in the gory details of Spears’s apparent dysfunction while vaguely imploring someone to do… something!? He comes across like a street preacher handing out blank pamphlets. The final chapters are borderline incomprehensible. In the space of a few paragraphs, Federline alternates between blaming “narcissistic” Spears for her own behaviour, sadly declaring that she has “nobody there that truly cares for her”, attacking fans for supporting the movement to get Spears out of her conservatorship, lightly suggesting that Spears should be placed under another conservatorship, and then ultimately asking fans to “stand by our sons and their mother – now, more than ever, they need your support”.

It is meaningless, reductive guff. I have no idea what Federline hopes to achieve with it. Other than securing an opportunity to proudly stand atop possible tragedy and, like a pimply teenager in a secondary school drama class, boast that he told you so.

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