But if realizing that the mother of the decade (or at least just 2006-2008) is a non-entity in pop culture at this point, that she'll never even see a molecule of the success she once had despite how many trends she hops, producers she blows and times she goes through rehab swearing that she's alright this time and that the meth DIDN'T leave long-lasting effects, and that she'll forever remain an enslaved beast with no talent who lives to suffer (and make pop listeners do the same) another day, makes me pressed, then I suppose you might be right.
But at the end of the day, Broken Spearit will always be all of that, and her delusional fans will always end up overheated and working up a sweat that someone doesn't recognize "POP ROYALTY!1" (as if she could be anything of the sort), and still come out of hiding every few months at a release or announcement just praying that she'll somehow manage to redeem herself for being the pathetic poster child for celebrity trainwrecks and, apparently most importantly, an undignified FLOP. And they'll always be wrong.
And I'm sure someone's bound to say "OMG look @ you writing ESSAYS about GODknee!", but as I've said every time, writing things like this about Deadney takes about as much effort as it takes to step on an ant. That's all she is anymore, anyway.
But I just experienced a v weird moment and I'm AFRAID for my life 
This weird auto-tuned baby kitten voice she does is so corny and tacky how can grown ass adults enjoy it 