The internet had a collective meltdown this week after la princesa del pop (that’s Spanish for Princess of Pop, obviously) declared she was moving to Mexico. Yes, Mexico! The land of mariachi, margaritas, and mysteriously delicious street tacos.
In a social media post that had her fans scrambling for Rosetta Stone subscriptions and questioning their passports’ expiration dates, Britney, 43, said she was fleeing the paparazzi.
“They’ve always been incredibly cruel to me,” she said, giving the side-eye of the century to camera flashes everywhere. “The way they’ve illustrated me… I mean, I know I’m not perfect, but c’mon, some of it’s like next-level mean and cruel.”
And honestly? Fair. If Britney wants to trade paparazzi chaos for peaceful piña coladas on a Cancún beach, who are we to stop her?
But wait! Before you start picturing Britney sipping horchata while wearing a sombrero bigger than her 2001 VMAs python, an insider swooped in to ruin the fantasy faster than you can say “¡Ay, caramba!”
“She hasn’t moved to Mexico,” the insider told The Hollywood Reporter, effectively popping our fiesta bubble. Turns out, Britney wasn’t serious. She was just being… Britney. Facetious, playful, maybe even channeling a little of her Chaotic reality TV energy.
So, for now, it seems Britney’s still stateside, and the only thing she’s relocating is our dreams of watching her do salsa dances on Instagram live from a beachfront villa. Still, it’s good to know the Queen of Pop hasn’t lost her ability to keep us guessing.
If Mexico is in her future, though, someone get her a mariachi band stat. Viva Britney!
