Someone has probably said this already. In fact, I have vague memories of reading it somewhere before. But nevertheless…
…I cannot find a source of it online, but if you’ve ever read I, Claudius, you might remember some of his descriptions of the religious rites of Roman-age British. In one particularly fun festival, a beautiful young man would be selected from the village. He would be wined and dined, allowed to sleep with whoever he wanted, and generally treated like the bee’s knees. Then at the summer solstice – or possibly fall equinox, I can’t remember which – he would be sacrificed.
You wonder how many good-looking young men would think to themselves in early July, “Hey, why is everyone being so nice to me?” and make a mental note to pack their bags and head for the hills on July 20th.
Anyway, for some reason I was thinking about Britney Spears yesterday. I have an odd affection for her. She is, after all, a year younger than I am, and has been presented to the public in midriff-baring outfits since the mid-1990’s. I remember her from back then. I didn’t *like* her or her music or anything, but she was part of the landscape of my teen years. And while she’s apparently doing better these days – or at least not doing much that’s newsworthy – she’s had her share of spectacular meltdowns and personal crises.
And she’s a year younger than I am.
So I drew this probably unoriginal parallel: Britney was chosen, like the young man from ~ 0 AD Britain, for her good looks, given all the material things one could desire, then axed on the back of the neck when the time came. What the druids did literally and fatally to their beautiful young people, we do figuratively and perhaps more cruelly to ours, only we call them “Celebrities” instead of “human sacrifices”. Very sad.