Moon Blood and your inner Artemis

We love celebrities looking good. Think about the red carpet with boobs up to the chin and hair as high as heaven. We love the magazines with the ridiculous photoshopped covers, we love soft lighting and hate cellulite. We love our celebrities clean.

So when there’s something so horribly unsanitized, so completely against what we want our celebrities to be, we recoil, we step back, we say, "They don’t have it together at all" or "Why didn’t they do something about that" and we love love love it. We love how revolting they can be. I wouldn’t argue that it’s because it makes us feel like they’re human or "just like us." I’d say it’s just because we love when people screw up.

Enter my old friend menstruation. Oh Britney, how could you forget your time of the month and go to your photo shoot, try on all of the pretty dresses, only for disaster to strike.  I’m a queasy person, I don’t like talking about period, and so yes, I think it’s gross that it happened, but mostly I think it’s gross to talk about.

So here is what I’m thinking: before we vomit everywhere, take a deep breath. Ladies, think about your moon cycle and your inner Artemis (that would be the goddess of the hunt and bein’ a strong lady and wolves and stuff) and let’s just not think of this as Britney Spears is gross, but Britney Spears is showing us all her true feminity. She’s a woman (possibly womyn), she’s real, she’s a person, she’s more than a photoshopped glossy page. With the second (!) time that her menstruation has been made public, she’s really just doing a great piece of performance art, asking us to confront our fears and discomfort with the cycle and accept our womanness.

Or something like that, okay.