It's official: Britney Spears has ascended to 'Diva', and at such an early age.
A gay diva must certainly be a star, but even more importantly, her personal life must be a train wreck. It's only the fallen star that we really worship. Let everyone trash her, from the media to ex-friends to ex-husbands, and then - FINALLY - the eunuch protector gene kicks in, and we take her under our wing.
A virgin goddess on a pedestal is as interesting to queers as a sack of potatoes. But knock her off, roll her around in the dirt, even crucify her, and we can't help but raise her up again. And risen again, she's actually worth something - perfected by her suffering.
In bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the author of their salvation perfect through suffering. --Hebrews 2:10
Chris Crocker got the ball rolling with his (in)famous "Leave Britney Alone". Then porn supernova Francois Sagat sold more toothpaste in 54 seconds than a thousand hours of Colgate commercials with his lip-sync of 'Gimme More' and his mouth full of "white" (Jem'Hadar pun intended). Soon to follow were Steve Cruz and RJ Danvers doing their own takes on a gay man's never-ending quest for the Holy Grail: More cock.
Which is what a gay diva really is: a gay man in drag, saying out loud what he really wants.