I used to think that Robbie Williams was hot, in a leering British pop-star kinda way. And although I think that it demonstrates a certain level of chivalry for a fellow to want to defend a damsel in distress – and chivalry, as we all know, is hot – it somehow takes the heat out of the chivalrous hotness when said damsel is a panty-shunning, pill-popping, car-crashing chunk of pop tart.
Sure, Britney needs saving, but it’s the kind of saving that one can only do for oneself. It’s check-me-into-rehab saving, follow-terms-of-custody-agreement saving, start-wearing-panties-and-acting-like-a-grownup saving. So while it might be a noble impulse, on Robbie Williams’ part, to want to ‘kill’ the paparazzi that are stalking Britney’s every move, he might better direct his energies elsewhere, like maybe towards actually getting his career going again.