We Obviously Read Britney's Memoir
Plus, BOOK MYSTERIES, and what is Angelina doing? (We ask literally.)
The best line in Britney Spears’s memoir, The Woman In Me, is not about her upbringing, or her career, the conservatorship, or any of her broken relationships. It isn’t even technically anything about or specifically crafted by Britney. Rather, it’s Brit’s account of an early-aughts Justin Timberlake bumping into Ginuwine and his security guards on the streets of New York and saying, and I’m copying this verbatim, “Oh yeah, fo shiz, fo shiz! Ginuwiiiiiine! What’s up homie!” Michelle Williams, who narrates the audiobook, delivers a bravura performance that should earn her an Oscar even though “video clip of an audio book snippet that someone posted on Reddit” is not technically eligible for a film award. And it’s one of the few smiles you will crack if you read The Woman In Me, an otherwise deeply sad reading experience that will leave you wanting to go back in time and burst through the wall like the Kool-Aid man to hug Britney and tell her she is important.
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