Who is in charge of Demi Lovato these days? I know we used to joke that we couldn’t tell her and Selena Gomez apart, but that was mostly facetious (mostly) and it was a long time ago — pre-Bieber, pre-Jonas, pre-drama, and way pre-X-Factor.
So I don’t know why she’s decided to reshape herself into some kind of misguided, barely recognizable Britney-Avril hybrid. We don’t need a Britvil Laspears, unless J.K. Rowling produces a lost Harry Potter chapter in which the same faulty pen that led Ron Weasley to spell his name “Roonil Wazlib” suddenly finds its way into the purse of Bellatrix Lestrange. Otherwise, I’m out.