In the midst of the most alarming headlines her hot mess of a personal life has generated, Britney releases a series of robotic, decadently clubby remixes of what is perhaps her most self-reflective (and yet disturbingly emotionless) single, which she did not write. Should we be concerned? Should we call someone? Should we chalk it up to savvy meta-commentary? We'll let you decide for yourselves (hint: it's not option C), but suffice it to say that the version that stands out most is Sly and Robbie's, which (ready?) slows things down and gets Brit some help (from guest Cherine Anderson).