I have a confession. I hope you can all stay with me through this.
I am something of a music snob. I pride myself on liking music that is a little bit out of the mainstream. It doesn't have to be "popular" indie music, it just has to be not Top 40. Although I have always liked somewhat unusual music, I wasn't always this way. For many years, I could sing every word for all of the top songs. Somewhere along the way, though, I veered off and now I rarely listen to the radio, preferring instead my CDs or talk radio. These days, I discover most of my music through Rhapsody, where I can pick and choose my playlist based on suggestions they make from artists I have listened to previously.
Like the rest of the celebrity-obsessed world, I have followed the Britney Spears soap opera with amused (and slightly disgusted) curiosity. I thought her breakout hit was catchy, but her music since then has been unfocused. She has struggled to find her adult voice as the drama in her personal life has taken center stage.
So it was with more than a little skepticism that I listened to the title single off her newest album, Circus. The fact is that I haven't voluntarily listened to a song of hers since Oops. And even then, it was more of a I-didn't-change-the-radio-when-it-came-on kind of thing than that I loved it and had the CD, playing it over and over. But one night, as I was putting together a playlist for a trip around the blogosphere, I saw Circus and I clicked on it.
As I listened to it, I found myself tapping my toe and nodding my head to the beat. Against my will, I was (gasp!) actually liking it. Since then, it has worked its way into my regular rotation and I have listened to it many, MANY times.
So there it is. I'm revealing my dirty little secret. I'm almost 35 years old and I listen to Britney Spears. Can you still love me?