Froma Harrop, syndicated columnist
At age 11, Britney Spears played the wholesome American girl on “The All New Mickey Mouse Club.” A few years later, she was on concert stages surrounded by big teddy bears as she bumped, grinded and moaned. There was also a pole dance.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is entry-level kiddie porn. The despoiling of innocence has always been an easy sell. Britney and her pushing parents understood well that a schoolgirl in bobby socks singing lascivious songs would draw enormous amounts of attention. They had America debating the propriety of this act, which meant everyone was talking about her. And that sold records.