I remember back in 2001/2002. My exhusband and I were still married and we would have cookouts at our house in Georgia, all of our friends over at our house. Inevitably, we would have long (possibly drunken) discussions about Britney, with the guys arguing that she's just ridiculously hot and this amazing princess.
I told them back then...she's never been raised...she's never had the normal developmental stages that a child NEEDS in order to be raised into adulthood and know how to cope with things like loss, anger, grief, and life impacting decisions.
All of those times we were kids and our parents said 'No' and we had to deal with that, our lost puppies, and the skinned knees, and the lost boyfriends, and the slowly but surely breaking out of our parents' protection and developing into our own individual adulthood...Britney didn't get that. She didn't get any of that.
That poor girl (and I can't help calling her that. She's a whole whopping two years younger than I am but...it doesn't seem like it.) has no concept of what her 'self' is, and, she'll likely never know.
It's positively riveting to see her life, but probably the saddest thing I've ever seen at the same time.