Britney was there for me when my father and stepmother sent me to rehab for being too gay. Her personal struggles before and after the ensuing years helped me as I readjusted back to school and into college. I didn't care if she shaved her head. I just wanted her to be okay and yes, just wished everyone would leave her alone.
It was the end of November, and my daughter and I were hoping to go to the Boston Symphony for a rare appearance by famed cellist Yo-Yo Ma. It all depended on my getting to the box office in time to get tickets, which I had vowed to purchase if I could finish a certain project in time to leave my office by 5:00 p.m.