Your love looks up with a start, as if awaking from a dream, and runs wordlessly to the nearest door, slamming it shut. You feel the pain of heartbreak all over again, and lean weeping against a solitary light post. From behind comes a coquettish giggle. “Cheer up, cutie!” it quips. You turn to see the owner of the voice, Britney Spears, sitting on a bench, reading Darwin. Before the cognitive dissonance can take hold she kisses your cheek. “There are plenty of fish in the sea, And according to Darwin, the best fish is me! (I bet you thought I couldn’t write music! HA!)